There are many things to be said about
e m o t i o n s –
the first is that they fill the world with
m e a n I n g .
The Winter Olympics, 1982,
still at school,
I had no interest in
ice-dancing.
But Mrs Stainton, mother to my two best friends, did.
Together, on Mrs Stainton’s TV,
we watched Torvill and Dean dance on Sarajevo ice.
I felt my heart beat,
Mrs Stainton cried.
A few years later –
I went to university.
Mrs Stainton died.