Another birthday just passed. Just as 44 birthdays before, no birthday card either from my Mother or my Father. Not that I want one now, nor do I expect one, but what many take for granted and come to expect and so they should, I have never had the privledge. I can remember the only birthday present that my father did buy me…. a bicycle on my 7th birthday. I was living with my cousins at the time, My Aunty Brenda.
Alastair, the oldest cousin, taught me to ride it, quite painlessly as I had the cushion of the grass field behind our house in Tetbury. Months later I was to move to a childrens home where I would rejoin my sister, Tina and share my new bicycle with her and all the other children in the home.
I don’t remember the journey from my cousins in Tetbury to the new childrens home in Nottingham. My sister had already been there a year when I arrived at Field House………..