The discovery of a cache of unseen writing by the novelist has left Davies with a dilemma: is it ethical to make it public now she is dead?
I did vaguely think that my wife, Margaret Forster, might have left me a letter when she died on 8 February 2016. If I had been mentally alert and aware, as she was, that I had just three months to live, I would have written a note to her and our children to be read after my death, just to amuse them, amuse myself, sum up what it was all about. I would have died smiling in anticipation – so I fondly imagine.
But that is me. That was not her. Our children agree that she would never have done anything as soppy and self-indulgent.