Tongue Tied and Stunned.
After watching Martin Kemp and his son this morning – this has totally freaked me out.
I was in my 20’s when my Mum died. Dad did the one thing that I (still) can’t forgive him for.
We lived (Mum, Dad, me, brother, brother) with Nan twice. I had the tiny back bedroom, just big enough for a single bed and a small bookcase. On that bookcase were all my Mum’s childhood books. From Enid Blyton (many) to The Water Babies, Swallows and Amazons etc. ALL first editions.
Dad burned the lot when Mum died.
TODAY – Himself rescued an armful of books dumped on a skip and brought them home.
The one above almost made me cry. I read this from my Mother’s bookcase.
F1RST edition, my arse.
Put this in front of me with a bag of flawless diamonds.
NO CHOICE ;o)