If you have had to break the news to a beloved child that their mother has died, which I had to do when Max was eight, 20 years ago, you know the weight of grief, the sleepless nights and then the job of getting on with life.... just watching and rewatching Charles Spencer on Laura K's BBC post made me pause. It is entirely possible both men remember the same conversation differently. The question is what good does it do to write a book with such an aggressive tilt so many years later.