I never knew my mum's mum. Sadly, she died on the 30th April 1958 at the age of just 49, when my mum was a young girl. And even though I wasn't there, I feel (and will perhaps always feel) a keen sense of pain at my mum's loss. It's a subject I've touched on…
Years ago, when I was about 8 or 9, I found myself in my mum's bedroom. I can't remember now exactly why I was there, but I imagine I was probably trying on her shoes or rummaging through her make up bag. I had a fascination at the time with her peachy pink Cutex lipstick…
