In March my mum came to visit. We had a whole list of things we wanted to do together. In the weeks before she arrived we emailed links back and forth – places we might go and things we might eat. I wanted to op shop. My mum is an unusually talented op shopper. Whenever I go home, there is a pile of finds waiting for me. But I miss watching her rummage through the racks. I miss wandering them together.