Mother’s inaugural royal visit to the weaver’s croft went without a hitch. She was escorted across country by my nephew and namesake, Jack Junior. I wondered if she’d be able to climb the narrow winding steps up to the attic boudoirs. I needn’t have worried. She remains a spritely 83 year and still runs for buses, despite a touch of arthritis. She had a good root around and gave her seal of approval. Fed and brandy’d, she retired for the evening with ‘Fifty Shades Darker’. We took young Jack to the bar at the Playhouse Theatre to discuss his exam results and flourishing love life. This popular watering hole by the water is always bursting with fresh-faced students and earnest artists with a dash of old homos thrown into the mix. The next morning, as Liam fixed breakfast, Mother noticed a timeworn photo of her wedding I keep in a frame on the window ledge. We looked at it together. Handsome Dad looked dapper and proud in his dress uniform and the old girl looked stunning and radiant in her classic cut wedding dress and virginal veil. “But who,” I asked “was the drag queen in the fur next to Dad?”
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Who was it, who was it? Dying to know.
A lovely bit on her visit.
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She couldn’t remember. Shame really.
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This post conjures up such warm feelings. Love the photo, such a happy couple…
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They were. Sadly my Dad died when he was fifty – an awful time. Mum’s never looked at anyone else since.
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I remember a picture of this self same lady in a book I had as a kid – she had a lot of kids and lived in a shoe.
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Perhaps she hires herself as a professional wedding guest to pay the crippling mortgage on the Jimmy Choos
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How can you be so sure as her adam’s apple was well concealed by the Great Gatsby coat!. I wonder why she was looking into the camera rather than admiring the happy couple like everyone else… 🙂
Great photo
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I think she was a camera-hogging gate-crasher.
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Lovely picture of your mum on her wedding day and she’s still looking good. I see where you get your youthful visage from.
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I’ve got her skin and she wants it back!
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Your mum sounds like a cracking sheila! Glad your new digs got her thumbs up
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Give her a brandy and she’s happy anywhere 😉
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Jack— Your mother was beautiful then, and she’s beautiful now! Thanks for this sharing this story today.
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She certainly was and is. Thank you.
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It is entirely my pleasure, sir!
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Beautiful picture of a beautiful lady.
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Thank you
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