The lonely sparkler...

A day of bitter sweet memories. Some years ago Mum asked me what I would like for Christmas. I said I didn’t want any presents, I’d just like her to write her memoirs for me, and she did. I’ve been using that book to help me write her eulogy, she’s going to tell her own story in her own words. Her sense of fun and joy comes across in all her tales of the mischief she got up to, growing up in rural Dorset. She always loved to tell a story, and she always loved Sparkler Day...