Wow, it's taken me a long time to write this one. Maybe I've forgotten some the finer details and maybe that's just as well. I haven't had much time or inclination to write lately, although my head has been full of thoughts, especially as we are here, at the first anniversary of my mum's death. … Continue reading The End
My mum was 17 when I was born and had got married only a couple of months before. What makes this more significant than simply being a teenage mum is the fact that my Granddad was a Greek Cypriot who had philosophies like the majority of male Greek Cypriots particularly of his era. Women were lesser and didn't get to do what they wanted just because they wanted to. He was in charge! Men were in charge! Only here was my mum - his daughter - doing exactly what she wanted to do; six months pregnant and marrying some pale, 18-year old Englishman from around the corner!