Letters from Suzanne

I have a lot of sympathy for Billy Bragg. There he is, playing to rapt audiences in Australia and yet he has a lot on his mind. Somewhere on the other side of the world, some bloody-minded bints have decided to organise themselves without his say so. What were they thinking?

I went to hospital last week to support a friend who was saying goodbye to a family member at the end of her life. Joan, I will call her, had slipped into unconsciousness and her breathing was laboured by the time we got there. She is very old and has been saying for some time she does not want to be here anymore.