Dear Mum

September morning still can make me feel that way

September. Your Sunday best, a tailored two-piece trouser suit, pastel blue. Of course, you’ve put your Estée Lauder face on, blotted your lips, dotted a dab of Shalimar behind your ears, on your wrists. That walk to St James, humming September Morn and making sure that chic handbag is closed for the dozenth time. You’re carrying a heap of memories, too…