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we couldn’t drive home to Barton Seagrave. Mum and Dad walked home but Jimmy and I were told we had to sleep in the attic bedroom. A bedroom that was cold and damp, with only a stone water bottle at our feet to warm us. Jimmy had a tummy upset too and there were no indoor toilets in those days – just a gazunder! On another occasion, this time when I was stuck at school due to heavy snow, I, together with 3 of my friends, stayed the night... four in a bed and, yes, the same stone water bottle! We were so relieved, the next morning, having had no sleep, that the snow ploughs had been out overnight.
Dad had four sisters, Auntie Winnie, Auntie Evelyn,
Auntie Ethel and Auntie Sally. Auntie ‘Win’ was my
absolute favourite and I was to have such wonderful
holidays with her and my cousins in Morpeth, Northumberland. Her meat pies were to die for! Auntie
Evelyn and Auntie Sally both sadly died of ovarian cancer, within a year of each other. I remember going to see Auntie Evelyn, who lived in South Wales, a few weeks, (or it may have been days), before she died. I vividly remember this visit as the cancer had changed her from the very attractive lady she was. I remember her very fragile appearance. Being only young it frightened me. Also, my Mum’s sister, Auntie Connie (my Godmother) was diagnosed with Paget’s disease and suffered with it for many years. I have been told my breast cancer was not genetic but have often wondered if there could have been a link...
I could write a whole volume about my family. For now, it is time to move on, but first, I must mention...
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