...it's so that on the Sunday you decide to wander around in your black floaties, put on no make-up and experiment with your hair the son can come through the front door with the new lady friend he wants you to meet.....
It was just as I decided that the wild head of curls I'd achieved probably wasn't me after all that they arrived........
My deathly white skin, black clothes and the huge froth on top of my head made me look like a Munsters reject......
DT.....my mother told us, in the early stages of dementia, that I wasn't her firstborn.....
Are you sure that it's not your Ma's condition speaking?...Gx