I'm now old enough to play my grandmother, Kathleen Behan
She said, âIsnât he lovely? Lovely manners. Lend me your arm, Janet. Iâll just pop to the toilet while heâs gone, freshen myself up.â Then, with a girly, winsome smile, âNot that I suppose he cares!â Ninety-three, partially blind with an artificial hip but she still had an eye for the fellas. Her death, a couple of years after that visit, upset me terribly â not just because she meant so much to me but because, such was her spirit, it had simply never occ...
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