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Sweet lady. White hair. Swore in Welsh. Always fed me fish fingers and crisps which had been warmed in the oven. Always put at least two spoonfuls of sugar in every soft drink she gave me. Sadly no longer with us.

Mine made awesome cookies and halupkis. That's stuffed cabbage. I miss her. Very much. Hardest thing I ever had to do was sell her house. The house that was there when I was born....when my Dad was born.

Thanks Gripper for a great topic.

mine's insane in the best way. she's cantankerous, bratty and bakes far too much.

i rilly hope i got her genes...

I've only got 1 left, now - and I haven't seen her in 18 years...

Mine used to feed me cowheel stew, or in the event of there being no stew, just cowheel. God knows what it tasted like, but I seem to remember the consistency of car tyres. Mmmmm, rubber...

Bless them all. Long long ago they journeyed to the halls of their fathers.

Say d00my you're actually looking like that lady from Faking It earlier this week. You're not a Cambridge choirgirl perchance?

Karst wrote:Say d00my you're actually looking like that lady from Faking It earlier this week. You're not a Cambridge choirgirl perchance?

nope, sorry

i once saw the quireboys if that helps any :s