Paul McDonald

I was seven when I had my tonsils removed. The children’s ward was full, so they put me on an adult ward. The sister said I’d need to jump over the bed before I’d be allowed home, and an adult patient in the next bed, Mr O’Donnell, confirmed this with a wink. Mr O’Donnell winked …

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Forty years ago, aged eleven, Helen White put her arm through his. He can still feel it: her pristine blazer-sleeve against his wrist. It stunned the school playground into silence, and a couple of his friends feigned epileptic fits.    Childishly in love, this is all he could have hoped for! He should have turned …

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