A rose for Wilk

I heard today that 'Wilk' passed away in the early hours of this morning.

Wilk was my unofficial second mum when I was growing up. As my mum had to work (my parents had their own shop but my dad died when I was 4), I spent my Saturdays at Wilk's house. I have so many happy memories of those days, not least of all her egg and chips, which were far and away the best in the world! Saturdays at the Wilks meant playing in their garden (we didn't have one), an open fire, an old but very comfy sofa, their dogs, and the wonderful smell of their coffee percolator - rather a rarity back then.

Rest in peace, Wilk xxx

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