I was gobsmacked when a reporter appeared from “Where Are They NOW?” to interview mum about gardens. We lived eight floors up surrounded by concrete paths, parking bays, high rises and scraps of yellowing grass.
“Go away!” Mum shouted from the open balcony door.
I could see tears trickle down Mum’s face. I didn’t know why she was crying and went to hug her.
“You were famous! Our viewers want to…” the reporter’s loud voice floated up causing Mum to storm onto the balcony.
“Leave me alonnnnnne!” she cried, clambering on the balcony railings, sobbing and swaying.