Mama

You are one of a kind. A prolific lady of letters. The post office, numerous banks and anyone to do with that bloody tram were all unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of “one of your letters”.

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Grandpa

You were the only person I knew that never had sliced bread. Always a crusty, white loaf which you cut with an electric bread knife. “How many slices duck? Thick or thin?”

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