My Nana worked ALL her life. She was the kindest lady I ever knew. Joe sat back and allowed her to keep him. He wasn't my Mother's father. My Mother never told us who he was. Neither did my Nana, who brought my Mother up alone (at the time when there were no benefits for single Mums.) It's sad that my mother always felt uncomfortable regarding her status. I was immensely proud of Nana.
Are books a thing of the past ?
AIBU To Suggest We Should Call Time On Fireworks?


I have no need to be overly showy. Less...as "they say", is more.

