I still have my drop of sherry everyday
Margaret 95 widowed. Born and bred in South London. One daughter, one grandson and one great grandson.
How are you?
Bored! I don’t go anywhere. I’ve spent nearly a year in doors since the pensioners club closed down - that put paid to my sanity. The council wouldn't give them a grant, so that was that! My confidence and my body has been knocked for six. I’m now down to seven stone. I’ve a frozen shoulder and have arthritis - everywhere.
What brings you down?
Pain, pain and more pain!
What do you think about marriage?
I met him one day up the high street. He was an old friend. He said 'she’s left me'. I started going out with him there and then. We went out for fourteen years and then we got married - in hospital - a week before he died. He was a big smoker, 200 a week so you can imagine what killed him!
What’s your most memorable experience?
The first time I saw my daughter come into the world, that was in 1942.
During the war our offices were evacuated to Tetbury in Gloucestershire I was twenty. It was the best time of my life. We were there for two years. There was so much freedom. It was the first time I’d lived away from home. I had my first drink at twenty one and boy did we used to dance. I loved dancing. We’d meet fellas from all over the place. It was the best time.
How do you see yourself?
I’m a nice cosy lady. Pleasant, but I have a feisty side. People seem to like me. I still have my drop of sherry everyday.
What do you think about life?
I’ve enjoyed my life I have no regrets.
Since our chat Margaret has died - she was 96.