There are lots of things we all agree about her:
   

     Fingers that blurred as she typed faster than you or I could dictate.

     She told me never to talk to strangers, but mum chatted to everyone.

     Mum would give anything a go, whether it was art classes with the WI or Ju-Jitsu with yours truly;

She would normally say “I’m not very good, but I Try”

It was mum that took me on my first rollercoaster, on that occasion she said it “scared her half to bloody death” strong words for a lady who didn’t swear, well not very often.

Mum did many jobs; a legal secretary overlooking the parties in the gardens of Buckingham Palace, Type Setter, Maker of Fancies and Trinkets but it was her last job that brought her greatest delight at Luton Sixth Form College; she loved every minute, being a part education and young peoples lives.   It was whilst at sixth form that in her forties she jumped at opportunity to do her A-levels, something that as a now middle aged man myself would scare me bloody half to death. 
And so I would like to read from Handmaids Tale, a book that she loved, from her English Lit class
“Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloud cover. Like smoke from an unseen fire, a line of fire just below the horizon, brushfire or a burning city. Maybe night falls because it’s heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes. Wool blanket.”

I also have quote from a very insightful Pooh bear:
“If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever.”

I'll end with Mum’s best advice that always stay with me; “Magic Kisses; Not to worry, It’ll be alright”