This was my Mam’s song. I lost her at a young age. She was only fifty-three when she died of MS.
She influenced all my music taste.
This reminds me of Sunday afternoons. All the family would gather and we would listen to music on a cassette. I used to think I was a ballerina. I would put on a little green tutu and my leg warmers and prance around to this.
Photo: Whiteleas, South Tyneside