Monday, 3 January 2011
My mother, who is in her 84th year, was really excited to sit in her new (second hand) car yesterday, the day after she had returned from Philadelphia (the one in the US, not this one down the road) where she had been visiting my brother.
She has always been an inspiration.
Being the daughter of an inspiration has not always been easy, especially when I was younger and people would ask where on earth she had got me from.
But an inspiration she is, and I'm both daunted and impressed by her positive approach to life, her refusal to compromise her standards and her surprisingly naughty sense of humour.
Posted by Lynne at 10:44