Today is the anniversary of my granny's death. She would have been 85 years and 8 days old. A wonderful woman, with a dodgy titter that my daughter has inherited (that'll teach DH and Deb to laugh at my gran :)), she gave me a love of walking, blackberries and churchyards.
Her first name was Susie and she hated it, so people called her Sue or Sir, but she was gran to me. A staunch royalist, devoted to Diana Princess of Wales, she somewhat conversley read The Sun and The Daily Star everyday. She hated pubs, but loved snooker and darts on TV. She worshipped tennis (hated MacEnroe), didn't care for football/soccer.
She was a complete TV addict and she introduced me to romance novels. Whenever my sisters & I stayed over, we slept with her and grandad got evicted to the backroom.
Such wonderful memories. She died of cancer eight days after I got married.