Not very long ago on June 17th my mother was born. Thank god!
If not, she would never had decided to travel to the states and meet my father. She never would have had two kids that grew up to be wonderfully close friends and confidants. She never would have instilled in us the rigorous (British?) approach to life with a dash of motherly softness. I never would have learned to cook. I never would have developed a taste for tea and marmalade toast.