My earliest memory.

This is a weird one. I can remember my mum being taken away in an ambulance because my brother was about to be born, so that would be a few months after my fourth birthday.

Which is strange. I’m sure I should be able to remember things from earlier than that. But I can’t.

It’s also interesting that I hadn’t been told why my mum was being taken to hospital. One of my grandparents said she had hurt her foot!

I guess in 1970, even talking to a small child about to have her life turned upside down by the arrival of a half-sibling she wasn’t expecting, someone in the family having a baby out of wedlock was still a taboo subject.

Thank goodness we’ve moved on.