My mother, Helen, loved gladiolus.  My father used to buy them for her at the local farmer’s market when I was five. As I was driving...

My Mum asked if I would help her organise the thousands of photos she has managed to accrue over the years which now seem to fall from every drawer, desktop and nook throughout her home. Being the ever helpful daughter I am, I loaded up several boxes into my car confident that I would get them sorted in no time what so ever. A week later the boxes sat untouched on my living room floor until I could put it off no longer. Grabbing a handful from the nearest box, I started to tr