Every time my Mum visits from England she leaves something behind. Sometimes it’s her scent, woven in to a cushion or a tea towel. Other times it’s a drain snake for the build-up of hair in our bathroom sinks. This time, she left us a 1000-piece puzzle strewn loosely all over the kitchen table. It’s a vibrant collage of Mediterranean windows, several of which she assembled while we put the world to rights over tea and toast. One anxious morning last week, I found real calm and focus in the tiny terracotta pots that lined the sills of one of the many windows. My son organizes the pieces while he eats his cereal in the morning and my youngest daughter treats the puzzle like a late night meditation. Every day, one of us sits down to add something. I just love that she’s still here, scattered all over our kitchen table, yellow bunting, green shutters, geraniums in every shade of pink.