One of the last times I saw her in that hot little room of hers in the nursing home she began to ramble.

"Jason, wouldn't it be lovely to just drift away? You know, like in a hot air balloon into the clouds..."

Well I was scared by it all, my dad seemed a little freaked too. She didn't want to carry on.

But I wasn't very freaked - just a bit concerned - not nearly enough for a close relative.

We went back to England.