Morocco, here I come again but this time with my intrepid younger brother Christopher. One of Christopher's evening carers, who helps him get ready for bed, has been off work since December looking after her mother who is ill. So, when over the Christmas holidays Christopher asked me 'What will I do now?", followed by a daily reminder of " I need a holiday", I thought that a month in Morocco was a good solution. It would also buy us time to get someone to take over the evening shift on Christopher's return.
Read MoreClear Plastic, a cot with tubes, a smear of crusted blood, and my little brother inside-my best friend, arms and legs motionless.
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