Another hiccup with the proceedings while brain distracted again. I took her outside to where she felt safer. It only took a few moments for rage to enter the fore, so he added another 40 to the count which set the wheels in motion.

Ma's face was in mine seething with rage one minute and dead the next. Her face was paper thin, and surrounded my head. I remembered the ciggie lighter in my left pocket, and put it to good use.

The old pot belly stove in his lounge room, and the LPG cylinder on the deck were utilized in the same manner. There are more than 50 ways to get Ma out of my head.

It didn’t feel like I was anything but annoyed during the proceedings, but when the back and gut tension finally eased, I knew emotion had been vented.

Feeling rage without fear or apprehension was enlightening to say the least.