Sunday With My Aunt
Sunday lunch time was always my favourite time of the week because it meant lunching with my mother's sister, my Aunt Rose, so punctually on the dot of twelve thirty I rang the bell on the front door of her imposing old house in one of the better parts of town. At forty two she was two years older than my mother and a senior partner in a well respected accountancy firm, she's never married and was often quoted as saying that she never would. "Ah David" she smiled on opening the door,...