When Mum LEFT HOME
My mum was larger than life, a 4ft 11in Irish pistol who could cut you in two with a lash of her tongue, and in her next breath, charm you with her hospitality. She thrived on being the centre of attention.
In her mid 40s, she was a divorced mother of two when she unexpectedly fell pregnant and married Dad, a dapper 60. In addition to her kids, she became a stepmother to his teen daughter, and within months a new baby – me.
It can’t have been easy to juggle her blended family. But she coped with it all until one Friday afternoon, a week after
