my mother was my warmth and security as i was growing up, my dad was a bit remote and distant. She was pretty, wore some lovely clothes, smelt nice and was warm. i was a bit of a sickly child and so I spent a lot of time with her at home and liked to do 'girlie' things like knitting, sewing, cooking, cleaning, washing and ironing etc. she sort of knew i dressed but got fed up with telling me off
mitch
