I’m starting to forget the sound of my mum’s laughter. She had a brilliant one. So infectious. She was a joyful woman. Always smiling. Well, not always. Actually, you wouldn’t want to cross her path when she was angry about something. We are very alike in that regard. I guess in many other ways too. Today would be her 72nd birthday.
I was scrolling Insta…
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