The Blurb: When my father died in 2005, I assumed my mother would need more support and someone to help with decisions she previously shared with her husband. What I didn’t realise was the role she had in mind for me: a sort of Desmond 2.0. Over the five years until her death, I played the role of apprentice, learning more about her and her relationship with my father than I had gleaned in my previous 50 years. We laughed, we cried and, occasionally we disagreed, and throughout she manipulated me as, I learnt, she had my father. Neither of us minded much; we were both her so willing fools, for she was an extraordinary woman and we both knew we were in the presence of someone very special.
Well, it’s been read, and edited and read again and it’s done and it’s now live. I’d be delighted if you’d have a look at it; I’d be even more delighted if you bought it; and words cannot express the generally dribbling state of exhilaration I’d find myself in if you reviewed it.
If you’d be interested in a guest post on your blog about writing my first memoir, how my mother influenced so many aspects of my life, what life in my mother’s kitchen really entailed, how she used every distraction technique to avoid any sort of housework if the garden called or, indeed any theme that might apply to a mother and son (because, believe me I ‘enjoyed’ them all), then do let me know via the contact button above and I’d be delighted to oblige.
This volume can be found here…
The paperback version will follow shortly.