There's details that are too distressing for me to deal with currently but I'll leave with this.
Mom can write, but much (not all) is jumbled or wrong. She wrote 'cunt' which was hilarious to me because she's never uttered that word in my presence, almost certainly never written it either. Ever.
I realised she was talking about Irish money which before 2001 was the 'punt'. We were 'talking' about a gift I'd brought for her.
Even in moments like these it never hurts to have a laugh.


