My mum has a WordPress blog that she has been writing on for years now. She writes beautifully and interestingly all about her life and thoughts and feelings, experiences and memories. Some of the posts make me roar with laughter and others have made me sob. All of them have been a joy to read. Some of them are intensely personal, but others I have felt the need to share, because her writing deserves a wider audience. Maybe one day she will write the book I know she should.

My mum often writes about her mum, who died in 2006. I think my grandmother would have really liked the things my mum writes about, but sadly she isn’t around to read them. Though knowing her, she’s up there on a cloud somewhere, whisky in one hand, fag in the other, holding court and boring St Peter with stories about her…