““Back at my parents’, Mum was waiting with a muffin for me. ‘Banana and pecan. I know it’s the wrong colour but would you try it? Are you okay?’ she asked. ‘You look a bit …’ ‘Grand,’ I said. ‘It’s just the clouds. When it’s overcast like this, it does my head in.’ A strange expression passed over her face. ‘The sky is blue.’ I took a look out of the window; the sky was blue. ‘When did that happen?’ ‘It’s been blue all morning.’ But it didn’t make things any better. I was still uneasy, just in a different way. The empty sky looked hard and cold and merciless. Couldn’t they have put in some clouds to soften it up a bit?””
