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My Mother Again...

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First, here's a reminder of my mother, Eirwen Mai:


Now, this weekend I told Eirwen Mai about my new book, The Devil Made Your Todger.  I had a long wait to actually speak to her.  She had answered the phone, said I must hang on, then left me listening to rustles and clangs. When she came back on the line, she said, ‘I’d started sweeping up my leaves and didn’t want them to scarper again off the pile and through the gate.  Oh, now. What did informed critics say about your last book?'  

By informed critics, she doesn't mean Libby Purves in the Daily Mail, for example, she means her friends.  

'Something to do with you completely misrepresented our very loving relationship - as Mari saw it, who’ve had her leg off.  And Dorothy, who's newly religious so prays over a slice of ham, thought you went to town on me. And Vic did. Course, I never, ever got a copy of the book for myself.’

She did. My Tutu Went AWOL! doesn’t have an index. In her copy, Eirwen Mai has added one.

Mention of yours truly: 4,9,16...

Miss out the mentions on 6, 14, 139…as they’re very rude about my waters breaking and my hessian cushion covers.


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