I wanted Dinah Lowther to see her son do it with her own eyes, so that for the rest of my life nobody in that family could tell me I had got it wrong or exaggerated it or driven him to it.
And I had a reason for that which goes back further than this.
And the fortnight in 2021, which I have used here as my reason and which I have never set out properly.
It was not an affair. It was messages, over about six weeks, with a woman at Kettleby called Orla, and some of them were what they were.
And it came out, and there was a fortnight of it, and then we carried on.
And I have described that fortnight, for four years, as me being talked out of what I could see.
And in the May I made myself remember who did the talking.
Dinah said her sentence at that table. That happened and I have it word for word.
