Growing Up
I remember too many stories to even start reciting them. I just remember we were the terrible twins. We were allways in trouble with your Mam and Dad or mine. Staying out late, not being where we should be too funny. I have photos of us at Beadnell beach when you came to the caravan at Seahouses with us all at the weekends. Even then we somehow got in to trouble. Not really that bad now when you look back, most of it quite funny. Linda, I choked laughing when I saw you posted the story about the budgie in the oven, I remember it like it was yesterday, that danged bird.
I still cant believe you are gone, be at peace Susan. Love you
Angela xxxxxxxxxx