Firstly – it is official that when our laundry basket is empty and all our clothes are clean – we are two hangers short….It has taken me four and a half months of marriage and an impending holiday to realise this fact.
Secondly, my sister sent me this old pic of my mum and dad this week that she got from an old friend of theirs. It’s my dad’s 70th birthday next week and she is compiling a book for him and this pic is to be included.

Ever since I’ve been thinking loads about my mum. She died when I was just 8 and so whenever I see pics of her – I get quite captivated by her. I think this one has done it more than usual as she was probably about my age or younger.In this picture she looks so very glamorous and beautiful.
All I can remember of her is wierd stuff like that she used to curl up on the sofa to watch Emmerdale Farm (in the days when Emmerdale had a Farm in the title!) I remember she used to wash my hair in the sink and that she used to tell me stories of Miranda the Mermaid at bath time. I can’t remember her voice, I don’t remember any conversations the two of us ever had.
I often wonder if I’m anything like her – if the two of us would have gotten along – laughed at the same stuff, cried at the same stuff. I pick up little bits from my sister or Shirley (my gorgeous God-given second mum!) but somehow it doesn’t make up for not actually knowing her.
I know she loved Jesus. I know she had a faith she clung to in her illness. She was a Catholic and took communion the night she died, apparently saying ‘there are loads of people worse off than me’ when people asked her how she felt. Apparently when dad asked me shortly after mum died if I was sad – my little 8 year old self said ‘yes, but I know mum’s at a party in heaven’. I believe that still and look forward to the day when I get to see her and know her – both of us the women we were always created to be.
