My Rebel Mum!
My Rebel Mum You know just like James Dean but only female, always in trouble around the age of eighteen my grandmother evidently used too pound the floor, up and down, then some more, till finally came the familiar quite sound of the trembling key in lock, old front door. Quarrelling in whispers up their rickety stairs, didn’t want too wake granddad he had given up! ‘’I’ve had just about enough.’ He supposedly said the weekend before then got back into bed, whilst shouting. ‘’ The girl thinks... Sign in to see full entry.