My mum came to Brighton yesterday to take me out for some therapeutic shopping and lunch. We came up to a busy road in the centre of town and as she looked both ways she grabbed my hand and led me across the road.
Later on, she wrapped me in a towel after I came out of the sea after my swim.
And later still, she hugged me tight as we listened to jazz in Jubilee Square.
My mum still holds my hand when I cross roads and I love her for it.