He did not speak to me at that wedding. Not once, from the moment I came in to the moment I left at about half nine.
And he rang me on the Tuesday.
Four days later, at about eight in the evening, and he talked for forty minutes, and he has rung most Tuesdays since, which is more contact than I have had from that man since 2016 put together.
And he has never once mentioned the wedding.
He talks about the car. He talks about a programme he has watched. In the January he asked me about pensions for about twenty minutes.
And in the August I finally said it — I said, Dad, are we going to talk about the eighteenth of October?
And there was a pause of about four seconds and he said: "I'd rather not, love."
And then he carried on about the pension.
That is a man of sixty-three who filmed a car with a bow on it in 2016 and who has worked out, at some point in the last nine years, that he cannot look at any of it and can still ring on a Tuesday.
