When we were growing up, my mum would have had a fit if she thought that she would ever need help bathing and us seeing her in the nude.
The last few years of her life, (she lived to 92 in her own little flat) I used to go about three times a week to help her bath, and get ready for bed. My only regret is she sometimes felt she wasn’t properly dry and I used to say “Oh, you are Mum”. Looking back, I bet she did feel a bit damp here and there, and I wish I had been a bit more thoughtful!
A mobile hairdresser came once a week to do her hair.
Oh, we miss our mums when no longer here don’t we, even if they’ve been dead many years.
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Sewing on Girl Guide badges, aaargh!!


