Well, Ma Mère, There have been so many times when I’ve gathered up all the little shiny moments I’ve collected during the day, ready to present to you in our evening phone call and then I remember all over again that you’re not there. But, Mum, so much has happened since you’ve gone - maybe you know, maybe you don’t - that I’ve decided to write to you instead. A few days after you died, we sold our house! After all those months! We even joked about you rattling cages somewhere. At first, nothing happened and then suddenly everything happened at a breathless pace and the next thing I knew I found myself driving (yes, me, driving!) along the M4 to Bridgend and the Time Capsule House, the one you said you and Dad would have bought. I remarked, when we first viewed it that if it was meant for us, it would come to us. Over a year later, when it had been under offer twice, we moved in. Oh, Mum, you and Dad would have loved this house; it’s peak Seventies and the decor - the pampas ensuite
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Pipany, it's just an illusion, honest! Thanks.
HAH, yep - and I don't take it for granted, believe me!
Reflections, welcome and thank you for your interest.
Debs, yes, definitely chocolate too!
Posie, - not much call for shiny red shoes in normal life round here so it's lovely to bring them out for high days and holidays!
FP, - I ended up walking quite a long way in them when the Tube packed up. Normally a car to bar shoe!!