Some of my fondest memories are of Sundays in our house when I was young. I would be playing in the living room - jumping from sofa to sofa with my ThunderCat's Sword - whilst Mum would be hoovering the carpets and dusting.  She disliked house work of course but every Sunday she would smash it out and blast out Bob Marley's Legend album along with whatever was in the CD Multiplayer (Eurythmics - Dad's, Brian Adams, Muddy Waters etc.).  The sun's warmth through the big windows plus the repetitive back and forth of the hover, not to mention the jumping around the sofas, would make me sleepy.  I was warm and safe. When I hear some of those albums, particularly Legend, i'm swept back to those Sundays and thoughts of her... Obviously, she made the best Sunday roast ever (sorry Daddo, sorry Leah) as well.

There were so many lessons I had yet to learn from her.

So many stories she had yet to share.

if you have the time, please would you share with us a memory or story of her.

I love you so much, Mum x nos da x