Cooo-eeeh she would shout down Connaught Avenue, shirt hitched above the knees, petticoat showing, John Player hanging out of mouth, handbag precariously hanging off her best but if better days woollen coat. My Nan – Lucy. Retired pub landlady, cleaner, lover of ham and egg suppers and late night snooker on the telly. My Nan. Lost to cancer, way too young and way too soon. … Continue reading Together with my Nan. A blatant emotional plug for Together Fundraiser 29.05.11 Above Audio Brighton