Sometimes a girl just needs a mother's advice, even when you are all grown up with bosoms all of your own
Now I am not meaning the deep psychological, "let's sit down and talk about it" help here...far from it (my mother was incapable of that anyway)
No, I am talking about those little things when a little piece a motherly bit of advice, is just enough to get you though a minor need of the day.
My mother has been dead perhaps nine years now,and was more or less incapacitated for four years before that, so I have long since gotten out of the habit of ringing her up to ask the odd question of "how to do this? , and "in what way do you that"........but now that I have gone "all country", I find myself more and more in need of some homespun,and dare I say womanly advice!
Mind you, I have been lucky, for I have one of those practical role models living just around the corner.....neighbour Pat (champion pig wrestler, tapestry worker,gardener and senior Womens' Institute guru) has been a mine of information and help to me over the years.....this morning is a case in point....
after I had quizzed her yesterday on the finer points of gooseberry jam making (yes readers Jam making IS interesting) she turned up with two hand written recipes for me to try....and following her guidance I banged out a few jars of impressive gooseberry jam ( in addition to the raspberry jam I cooked last night)
Even through the fag smoke my own mother may have been impressed!
