It was Kat who started, and my mum joined in. They sang and my dad filled everyone’s glass. Nana had her egg-flip and she joined in, swaying her glass from side to side. And by the end Maggie and Tess and Annie and Eileen were singing as well, A mother’s love’s a blessing, with Tess looking tough at me for the bit that went Keep her while you’ve got her, you’ll miss her when she’s gone ... I was watching Busola, looking down at the floor under her dark eyelashes. They all had the words a bit different and were spilling over each other, but Busola wasn’t listening to them, she wasn’t even really singing any more, she was leaning back against my mum and talking to herself ... For you’ll never miss a mother’s love till she’s buried beneath the clay.