I’m
a Daughter, a Sister, a Mother, a Lover and a Grandmother, and my life is
rich because of the qualities and the gifts of love I have from all those
that matter to me.
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My
first Grandson Michael. The
emotions I felt are beyond description. He was the son I never had. You may gather by now, I’m a soppy old tart.
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I
know it’s blurry and fuzzy! But then so were we!
I’ll tell you more about him on his own page “Morty and his Shack!” I like the edge of danger of a live-in relationship.
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When we were kids, we thought Mum and Dad were Hollywood film stars. Susan Hayward and Robert Taylor. I used to tell gigantic fairy tales to my little school friends, and they’d listen enthralled while I told them Howard Keel had come to tea! Always have had a vivid imagination. They will always be beautiful and handsome. They are also well into the electronic age and well used to computing, e-mailing, editing the local magazine and designing Cards. I should age so gracefully!
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Morty having a blow! He's jazz enthusiast and a poser too, but that shiny saxophone is a pretty good modesty provider.
My other best friend, my daughter Jo. My otherest best friend is my Mum.
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Here's my two boys, Jack and Michael. They were blokes
from the second they were born. Sexist? Probably, but I'm allowed aren't
I?
Oohh! Look! Morty at work. This is what a Science Degree and nineteen years of teaching in an Inner London Comprehensive School does to you.
Hi there Norman, my son-in-law, and didn't the boy do well. Thanks Norm for your bit in making 'my boys'
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