Sorting out things in the shed the other day, we came across a tray of bits and pieces that we inherited from Mum’s shed. There were some marbles, various small tools and a screwdriver set. I used one of the screwdriver bits this morning to put up a hook in our allotment shed and thought as I did so,’The last hands to touch this were my Mum’s.’
A card arrived in the post from a friend who had read my most recent letter in The Guardian. As she wrote inside, she hoped that my feminist brain would would appreciate the irony of this card. I do and I love it.