I had a phone call from my mum tonight (shock, horror), the first one for months, and she didn't shout at me once. I think the heart-felt letter I sent her prompted a call. We talked about 20 minutes and although the gas cooker did come into the conversation she didn't call me any horrid names once. John and I are going over to the Island to see her tomorrow for a couple of hours. Am still shaking an hour later. I used to shake after previous conversations with her but at least I am smiling this time. Long may it last.