Auntie Joan
A few aunties in 2011 - lunch at my place - L to R - Nell, Grace, Violet, Joan, me, and cousins Tony and Christine
Many people have a favourite auntie. I shouldn’t have, because my mother was one of 12 children, so it’s unfair to have a fave aunt. But if someone asks, Auntie Joan is 'one of my favourites'. She's sweet, giggly, and chatty, and only ever positive.
Auntie Joan also has a brilliant memory for who said what, when, why, and how – and what the time and weather was. Considering how many times, like all of us, she must have been hurt in life, it’s so special to be with her positive memories, giggles, and love for all.
Specially to collect her from London, for a holiday in Margate, I flew from Glasgow to London Gatwick, and drove around the M25 motorway, often mentioned as the world’s biggest car park. It was today. Blocked jams in both directions for many miles.
I don’t mind traffic jams – there’s stacks of time to meditate on the positives of life, like 'one of my favourite aunties'.
Auntie Joan also has a brilliant memory for who said what, when, why, and how – and what the time and weather was. Considering how many times, like all of us, she must have been hurt in life, it’s so special to be with her positive memories, giggles, and love for all.
Specially to collect her from London, for a holiday in Margate, I flew from Glasgow to London Gatwick, and drove around the M25 motorway, often mentioned as the world’s biggest car park. It was today. Blocked jams in both directions for many miles.
I don’t mind traffic jams – there’s stacks of time to meditate on the positives of life, like 'one of my favourite aunties'.
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