In June 2018, which feels like a lifetime ago but is only actually 6.5 years, I met Elly Chapple for the first time. It was at Festable at National Star College, we’d been connected online for a while, but on that day I heard her talk about her daughter Ella, and the lessons she had […]
Last week I wrote a post reflecting on the first week of LB’s inquest last year. It focused on some of the themes that emerged in that first week, the sprinklings of candour, the constant undercurrent of mother blaming, the contradictions and flaky knowledge of epilepsy, even then, years after LB died, years after Southern […]
All week we’ve been sharing some of the lowlights from LB’s inquest a year ago. Sara has blogged about how this strange anniversary feels for her and the utter despair at the complete absence, still, of anything vaguely resembling accountability: I think my new tear configuration has (re) emerged because of the utterly shameful banality […]