Thirty years and 7 hours ago I took 20p and went to a phone box that no longer exists to call an aunt who is no longer alive to tell her that her mother was very ill.
My grandmother, Flo, died about an hour after my aunt, Michelle, arrived.
The early 1990s were a strange time, coming to terms with the loss of a grandparent who had been a major figure in my life, changes in routine because Mum still had to work, and indeed took on several jobs to make ends meet.
RIP Flo. You were loved and were complicated.