Hi darlings, how’s your Sunday going? This Mrs Bucket chat has prompted a memory. I know this is going to sound very strange, but the week before my mother died was one of the happiest times I can remember….not because she was awful but because she was wonderful, funny, brave, irreverent. That last week, all her children were with her, we just walked away from our lives, partners, jobs. We were just there, all together. She knew it was the end and was utterly without fear about it. We had some of the best conversations of our lives with her, about everything under the sun. It was like a cushion of love, if that doesn’t sound too boaky. Anyway, there was an ex daughter-in-law who was very keen to come and stay two days before Mummy died; she wasn’t a popular person in the family even though Mummy always tried to be kind to her (no idea why, she was/is horrible). My brother came into the room where my sisters and I were with Mummy and said ‘Um….Jenny (not her real name obvs) is thinking of booking a flight to come and see you’….and Mummy sighed heavily and said ‘do I seriously have to get up off my deathbed to hoover and polish for Bloody Hyacinth BOOKAY’….and Christ, we laughed so hard.