Mum with 'feet up' on her setee

Like my mum, I can have that stern look, but also like her, I’m full of humour.  My writing mentor once told me that I use various different types of humour in my novella. This would indicate to me that my sense of humour derives from my mother’s. Her humour, which was constant, could be gentle and ‘paucky,’ cruel and mocking, or depend on clever word-play.  There is an example of word-play humour in my last posting, saying I will now be able ‘to tell sedimentary rocks from seditionary ones.’ Mum would have loved that.
     If she was still alive, she would have been 110 on June 1st.  I wrote a limited edition biography about her, but I think it fell short. I have a vague idea of doing a book on my own life which might also do the only parent I ever had, a bit more justice. She was clever, funny, daring, musical, bipolar, and a bit eccentric. At my wedding she wore a kaftan and a green furry hat that would have made an excellent tea cosy. 

Love you, Mum.