Love Bridget

Bridget my Irish nan. You came to London and married a Nigerian man, Babatunde (but you can call him Bob) And then went on to have six children, my mum Ellen being the youngest.

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You taught me about style without even trying. You see, my nanny wasn't the nanny with a pearl necklace around her neck. My nan wore fake Nike and Adidas t-shirts that we got on our family holidays to Turkey. Worn with her silky slip skirt, and depending if she was in the house - a Nigerian printed wrap for a skirt- or if she was going out a floral dress worn over the sports t-shirt and trainers that were my mums hand me downs.

And to top it off, a little embroidered bag. But you would put it inside a plastic bag for life - so only you knew it was in there. You were so special.