My mum didnt get on with her sister, my auntie Flo.
I think this because Flo was a no nonsense-straight down the middle, tell it like it is, kind of gal.
Flo was also a confirmed 'bachelor girl'.
Someone would say 'What do you think of my new dress?'
Flo would say something like 'It makes you look fat!'
I get on with her like a house on fire. She ran a farm during and after the war, and I helped out in the summer holidays in the 1950's.
In the evenings, out would come the cider [I was 14!] and we would chat all night.
She would tell me all the family secrets and where all the skeletons in closets were.
Trouble is, when she told me all this, I was 'tired and emotional' from all the cider and didnt have a notebook and pen.
I can barely remember what she told me, it was nearly 50 years ago.
I once thought of writing a book, calling it 'Cider with Auntie Flo'
Apart from the fact that I was p****d most of the time and I would have to wait until all the people that would be mentioned had moved on to greener pastures to avoid potential punch ups, it might get written.
Good old Auntie Flo, here's to you , whereever you are