Je 't'aime

She's the one who dressed my brother and I like this in the 70's. Why does my bro look so scared?

She used to do awesome impersonations of Freddie Mercury and Boy George at family parties. I didn't appreciate them until now. I won't tell you where Dad's tobacco tin used to take pride of place.

She put up with a huge amount of hormones during my teen years.

She saw me flick the fingers to her from a shadow in the kitchen.

She always told me she had eyes on the back of her head. I never believed her until the latter happened.

She always told me that girls can do whatever boys can do. I beg to differ on the peeing whilst standing thing. Tried and failed.

She's a control freak. So am I. You do the maths. Ka-boom!

She created and probably indulged my love of bargain shopping.

She has no favourites. ;)

I know she has a favourite ;)

Golden Angel, no it's not you.

Cheeko, not you either.

She traveled to the other side of the coutry when this arrived. Little did she prepare herself for the post pregnancy hormones that arrived with Miss E.

She indulged me with this one too. Came from the other side of the world to share in the hormones this time. She must be mad.




She held my hand through this.


And would have held my hand many other times had I not been a control freak like her.


She's the bravest person I know. Cancer ain't choosy; but I am and I choose her to beat it down with a huge stick until it cries for mercy, digs itself a hole with the huge stick and sucks its thumb like a baby.


Je 't'aime. x