Today We Are All Margaret Thatcher

I think we all remember the first time we met Maggie Thatcher. Mine was beneath the softly blossoming cherry trees by the local light-dappled fishing hole. She wore an agapanthus in her hair and that famous full-length chain-mail dress that earnt her the nickname “The Iron Lady”. I was sixteen and she was eighty-two. SheContinue reading “Today We Are All Margaret Thatcher”