Beryl was an amazing woman. Eyes full of love, cheeks ruddy from a lifetime of smoking, laughing and sweating it out in a hot kitchen, hair crying out for a hot oil treatment and a waistline that she swore was
Got any ID?
How long is it since you were asked that question? Personally, I’d have to go back to my early twenties when a tobacconist asked me for ID. At the time I remember initially thinking it was hilarious: I was at