Sometimes in the garden or allotment I think ' my father would have liked that'. It's a thought based on very scant information. Just a few times in the last few years of his life my father volunteered information about things he liked: very frilly and pink fuchsias and motorway flyovers.
Just these few details serve to highlight how little I knew about what he thought; and I don't think he ever even asked what I liked.
So this is all part of a conversation that never took place.
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