I’ve known Beatrice (she likes it pronounced ‘Bear-trice’, not ‘Bee-trice’) since we met at Brownies. I was very envious of Beatrice because her mother was a very willing and enthusiastic ‘Brown Owl’. I wanted my mother to be a Brown Owl but she didn’t have time. ‘I don’t have time’, she’d say, ‘I’ve got Jazzercise’. […]
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