So, David, after spending his summer holiday with us in Jamaica, turned around and invited me to Christmas. In Anguilla. Now my first thought wasn't yeh! It was 'how on earth would that even work?' I told him straight, I couldn't afford it. But David, he'd already bought the ticket. Calmly said so. Left me speechless. My mind raced. I don't know why but I wanted to say no. So I said, 'I don't have a passport.' Which was true. His reply... 'No one has a passport until they app

'I don’t understand what this young woman of mine eats. How is there no corn meal, no sweetened condensed milk, nutmeg and things like that.' I woke to the most clawing hunger pain, not helped by the scent of nostalgia coming from our kitchen. The smell of Christmas morning's saltfish. Somewhere downstairs, the original 'Mary's Boy Child is in competition with my Aunty Shelly's intermittent singing and the pattering of pots and pans. I eased myself upright. David wasn’t in

'Liv, I know this is possibly the last thing on your mind right now but my mother...' Ordinarily, I would move from fully reading a paper to half reading it when my husband started that sentence. But when things to do with his mother got dropped into the mix, he got my undivided attention. Aunt Shelly sat perpendicular to me, siding with Judge Judy on the TV. But the full side-on look I gave David, paused both David, Aunty Shelly and Judge Judy. He started again. 'Possibly th