I remember one bitter February afternoon in 1963, I was waiting for my boyfriend in a blinding snowstorm, after an hour he still hadn`t turned up, so I caught a bus to his house, his mum opened the door and said he was still in bed! When he came down I said, lamely, "I`ve come for my records"! But we made up and were married for over 53 years.
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Will Labour backing rejoining be the “end” or the “making” of them??
