As a young teenager Cassandra Atkinson enjoyed but misunderstood the Paul Kelly song How To Make Gravy. Then things changed.
Here’s how her story begins:
The smell of home brew permeates the air. Taking a sip on the proviso that I ‘don’t tell Mum’. It tastes horrid but I always lie. Trying to remember the lyrics to belt out at the appropriate time to raise a proud smile and an affectionate pat on the head.
Cross the road to our partner site Stereo Stories for the rest of Cassandra’s short tale.