With a parental state visit occurring last week, we were
prepping hard to pretend that we live like human beings. We did the hoovering,
watered the houseplants, wiped and/or dusted all surfaces, and the plants on
the balcony were either replaced or pruned to within an inch of their lives.
The flat was sparkling but I wasn’t finished- what about food? My dad’s a coeliac, which means he can’t eat wheat. Now
here’s where I get political: the government has decided to stop funding the
special bread that my dad and countless others get on prescription from the
pharmacy.
