My granny who’d met my grandfather aged fourteen and who’d never been with another man. My granny who’d had five children and dedicated her life to being a mother. A woman who once told me that all she’d ever wanted was to be a ballet dancer, but her “good years” were taken up with having babies and then the moment passed her by. A woman who was so dependent on her husband that when he died she had to “ring a man” and pay him to change a light bulb for her.
