I love to wear Laura’s old clothes, especially her wooly socks, scarves and a big blue cardigan that we bought together at Zadig and Voltaire (Laura had lovely taste). It’s a forget-me-not, but more than anything else it’s like being hugged by Laura. During her last weeks in hospital, I wore an enormous alpaca sweater almost everyday. It was one that my mum made. She knits things on the large side (‘for your growth’ she would say when we were little). So this jumper (that’s Brit speak for ‘sweater’) is the length of a mini-dress. Laura loved when I wore it, because it was buttery soft when she laid her head on my lap or shoulder. For me, it felt like mum had her arms around me, protecting and comforting me in my time of need.