Now, my Mum was a bit of a wowser when it comes to drinking. Not a teetotaller, no. But definitely a little prim and proper on the topic of alcohol consumption.
So we never really discussed the drinking habits of a Madmother. I thought I hid it well - you know, the wine for the whine, good job grog...
Obviously not.
This was what greeted me on page three:
Didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So I laughed. Because that is what she would want me to do.
I miss you, you Wise Woman from whom know secrets were hidden or desires masked...