I returned from an afternoon out with Teapot yesterday and picked up my radio along with a steaming cup full of Yorkshire's finest. Switching on I was immediately taken into Weekend's Woman's Hour. Now there is a programme where Timelord's ears venture as into a far flung galaxy.
I cam in on a conversation between mothers about their sons. My ears were at their sharpest. Mothers' Day again.
One of the speakers was Miriam Stoppard She described her son as the love of her life.
What more can be said.
Except the anguish I felt today when I read of the killing of Police Constable Ronan Kerr in Ireland, and thinking of his mother who has not long been widowed. My heart goes out to her.