Recurring themes in my mother’s life and my own. When I was a child, my mother and us lived door to a miserable old cow, she never spoke even when my mother said hello, she would put her head down and scuttle off inside. Nevertheless her lovely husband would ring -Mercury- communicate with -my mother next door- third house- and politely ask her to run round with a message-Gemini- for the miserable old bat, his wife. My mother did this…..