Sir On Saturday morning, February 14, 1981, I was 11 in fact, my birthday was the day before. My mother was doing the laundry, using a twin-tub washing machine that was dragged into the middle of the kitchen.
Sir I am writing to you on behalf of my gorgeous nana, Kathleen Corrigan, who passed away on Friday at 99 years young, only a few months shy of her 100th birthday.