To visit you meant eatingsausage rolls and doughnuts,coffee with milk warmed in a pan,expanding (like my waistline) like a comet heated by the sunlike that one we saw in ‘97from your balcony that Saturdaycame round to watch the lotto made a wish, prayed to heavenMystic Meg would make us winners,Never did tell us those numbers.WeContinue reading “A poem for Nan”