Auntie Mags wasn't a real auntie. On Mondays and Fridays she did some ironing and cleaningfor my parents who were busy running clothes shops in Station Road. Auntie Mags was whippetthin, smoked wood binds, wore a blue tabard and made us tea when we came home from school.Afterwards I used to go down to town to look through the records at Falken Music.I was an 11-year-old glam rock fan and in December 1973 Auntie Mags asked me if I'dget her the new Alvin Stardust single, My Cuckoo Chew. I was quite shocked as she musthave been at least 40. Auntie Mags was like a pin in paper as they used to say, but lateron when I could drive I used to give her a lift back to Main Gwynn. One day I must havebeen carrying some bags for her and from the small hallway caught a glimpse of her husband,a walrus of a man in white shirt and braces, sitting in an armchair holding a can of beer.I said hello, but he didn't respond.