The three of us may have married, (some more than others) and taken on our spouses names, but underneath it all, we were firecely the Bradford Girls and equally devout to our Geordie Heritage often lapsing into the lingo and relating hilarious stories until, "We laughed so much the tears ran doon wor legs" referring to our lawyers as the "Hadaway, Hadaway, Hadaway and Shite" peeps and commenting on various "oxter hally" when we noted that someone may have forgotten either to use deoderant or toothpaste. We were cruel!!! Mum and Auntie Barbie had always used the term "mickey" when discussing humans deemed to be "common", they were rather snobbish and I thought this word had been eradicated until Gill used it when referring to her behaviour of drinking melted ice-cream from her bowl when I last spoke to her!! I was duly gob smacked to see that she had reneged on our pact, so I reckon she must have recently been in touch with Mum on high!!!

I thought it a bit of a cheek when Gill decided to leave this mortal coil before me, perhaps she wanted to check out our next space to make sure all was fine. This was typical management tactics right up to the end.Barry was Gills soul mate and they loved eachother unconditionally which was so beautiful to see. Meeting Baz was one of the more clever things she did in her 60 years.

I will miss you soooo much Wor Kid and will need to find someone else to put me in my place and tell me off!!

Til we meet again, love you to the moon and back.....Your older Sis, Tiffa.❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️