THE other night I was cooking tea with Elsie, teaching her to make lasagne. It was an ordinary moment in our ordinary lives, but yet for a moment or two, I could have almost closed my eyes and gone back in time. To one of the moments when I was cooking with my mum, as a little girl, back in our (then) state of the art eighties kitchen. Some
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