I have lots of things that make me smile when I think about Margaret but the main one is whenever I see an owl whether that be real, plastic, a picture or an ornament.
One day she went round the graves in the cemetery with flowers as she did every week and she got a lift off my daughter. After they had finished they were driving out when they spotted a bloke with an owl on his arm. My daughter wondered what he was doing with it and mentioned it to Margaret. Margaret the made her stop the car. Jumped out and all 4 foot 10 of her marched up to the owl man shouting...
"OI MATE, IS THAT YOUR OWL?".
The owl man stated that he was from on owl sanctuary and it was indeed his owl then asked if she wanted to hold it.
"No thanks" she replied "I hate birds but I don't like the thought of people being cruel to them"
That was her all over. She would always stand up for things she believed in and to hell with the consequences.
It's a good job it was his owl, if it wasn't I would probably be writing this under the gaze of a pair of owl eyes.