You shouldn’t be encouraging her,’ Mum said, wringing her hands. ‘She’s 78 years old. She should be staying put, not gallivanting around the country on her own.’
I smiled as I packed for my trip. ‘Mum, you know as well as I do that telling Auntie Kate what to do will only result in her doing the exact opposite, just to prove a point.’
Mum snorted. ‘You’re right. She’s been like this since she was young. It’s how she ended up with a job in the pub, a nose piercing and a pixie haircut. Our mum went mad. Kate did look fabulous, though. She’s got the bone structure for short hair, lucky thing.’ She giggled, smiling at the memory. Raising an eyebrow, she added, ‘Do you think if I told my sister to sell up and go off on her own across the UK, she’d stay?’
‘Nice try, but no,’ I laughed, hoisting the bag onto my shoulder and giving her a kiss. ‘See you Monday.’
‘You’ll be lucky. Do you remember Kate and Charles’ house? It’d
