Today my aunty, Annie, should have turned 73. It sounds so old! I can’t really imagine her being old. She was 56 when she died, although I suppose to my 15-year-old self, even that would have seemed old. There’s barely a day passes without Annie making an appearance in my thoughts, sometimes it’s just a cameo, sometimes a starring role, but she’s almost always there, and particularly since The Baby… Continue reading












