Apr 4
3 min read
A Mother’s Memories
One summer’s day
I remember one of those long, too hot summer days around 1985. We have been out playing in the garden all afternoon, getting hotter and slightly muddy too. I have two little boys whose bedtime is near, and I have put them both in a bath to cool down. Splashing is great fun, and they start off simply splashing each other. But too soon they have turned their attentions to me, a joint effort to soak me…
