I wouldn’t mind only I had all kinds of ideas in my head for today.

We have had sunshine.  We have had showers.  Now the rain is coming down like stair-rods and beating the back windows with hailstones.

It must be the month of April.

Among all the phone calls, Skype messages and callers to the door, I found time to play dressing up.

I loved to play ‘dressing up’ when I was a little girl.  Trying on mammy’s shoes was the first thing and she had plenty of hats and handbags. Some days that was enough.

On other days I would pull down some dress from a hanger in the wardrobe and struggle into it.  When I looked in the mirror I saw a mini mammy looking all elegant rather than a little girl with curls and a bow on my hair, wearing an over sized dress.

Occasionally I would wear THE CAPE!  It was silver fox fur and it came to elbow length on Mammy.  If I close my eyes I can still feel the softness of the skin against my face.  It was pure luxury and I felt like a princess.

Thinking back now, I am sure those wet days drove mammy mad.  I was just about able to reach and pull the clothes off the hangers, then I would leave them on her bed when I moved on to something else.

Mammy had only one complaint and the sound of her voice still rings in my ears.

“Take those heels (shoes) off before you try to come down the stairs”!