I make no bones about sitting here crying a little. Mo Mowlam died this morning. She was without a doubt my one great heroine, everything that I personally admire . She was clever, intelligent, funny, brave, determined, resourceful and always herself. All the while she and people like her appear for a while, there remains some small hope for this benighted world.
If it seems strange to mourn the death of someone you have never known, well, what can I say? That's me. In fact, I did at one time know someone who did know her, and they thought she was a great lady, too.
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I love hand spinning and many other aspects of fibre art. I enjoy taking photographs, even if I am not all that good at it. I love words and arranging them pleasingly on the page. Cats, theatre in many incarnations, reading - these are a few more of my passions. Oh - and I am older than you might think. And hopefully, wiser.
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