When I was a child in the 1970s/80s, I remember heated discussions between my father and his brother in law. After a meal the talk often turned to politics, Thatcher’s Conservative Party + Labour’s opposition. They were both on different sides, the arguments were passionate but good humoured, they were both good friends though they had opposing views.
Someone would always compare my Aunt to the ‘Iron Lady’ (Thatcher) and everyone would laugh.
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