I watch as she plops the porridge into a bowl and drizzles honey on top. She blows the steam away gently and sits in the chair next to Mei. Mei squiggles in her seat. ‘Do you like porridge?’ Mum asks, offering her the Peter Rabbit spoon. Mei looks into the bowl. ‘Porridge,’ Mum says. ‘Pozzage,’ Mei says, grabbing the spoon and flicking the contents over her shoulder onto the floor. ‘Whoops!’ Mum says, laughing. ‘Let’s try that again, shall we?’ ‘Pozzage,’ says Mei, and this time Mum hangs onto the spoon and helps guide it towards Mei’s mouth. Mei is silent while she mushes the mixture through her mouth. Harry pokes his head in. ‘Can I watch some TV now, Mum?’ ‘So long as you don’t turn on any news,’ she says, helping Mei with another spoonful. ‘I don’t want any news on whatsoever in this house, thank you. Until further notice.’ ‘O-kaaaay,’ Harry says, widening his eyes. ‘And … why’s that?’ Mum tilts her head slightly towards Mei.
