mammy

So I rang me Mammy to wish her a happy new year. Traditionally I call her on the stroke of Midnight but this year I might be in bed, so I put the call in early. I told her that I wasn't going out. Laughing, she tells me "Oh, my Liz dear. You've grown up." It's the curse of being the youngest of 6. I'm 40 mother. Four 0.