This week Dad sent me a picture, which I do not remember seeing before, of my late aunt Ally and I. Discerning readers might notice that it was taken a while ago. Ally died in 2016, unjustly young. A lot of people have a cool aunt and Ally was mine. All my other aunts are cool as well, of course. But Ally had a horse (and, later on, two horses), a field, a dog, and detailed knowledge of popular music. I loved tearing around the countryside in her 4×4, or watching her muck out her stables. (Did I help? I hope so.)
Remembering Ally
I never met Ally, but now I feel that I knew her. Thank you.
Your poetry rhymes? Based.
The only reason I know of Cliff Richard is because Rick on The Young Ones kept talking about him.