It's also my mum's 40th. And it's a real shame 'cos no doubt there would have been a hench bash this weekend and we'd all be dressing up to the nines and getting smashed with everyone who enjoys a good 'do.
It's weird, 'cos now I'm that age where I could have had a real relationship with her, and seen her as a person, not just a mum. Especially not just a mum who had cancer.
But tomorrow night, as my last proper night out in Lincoln I'm gonna have a drink on her. She would have made an awesome 40 year old. Age never stopped my mum at anything - she still partied like a frickin' teenager when she was 30.
Happy 40th Birthday Momma Cotts.
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