This time last year I set off from Crawley to do a little, Walburgas eve, show at the Jerusalem Tavern.

My mum was watching telly and crocheting. She said goodbye, hugged me and told me she loved me and me and my brother were always in her prayers. My last sight of her she was of her crocheting.

When I took her her coffee and pills the next morning she was gone.

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