The letter I wish I'd sent
Today, someone very unexpectedly asked me if I'd had a good childhood. I was unsure how to answer; no one had asked me that before and to be honest, I hadn't ever thought about it myself.
Yes, I did, I told her. I've never told you that, though, Mum. I have many memories of growing up with you in Camden Town. You were always there when I got home from school, with the fire burning on those cold winter evenings. My greatest memory is, without doubt, when I was a teenager. I did a Sunday paper round and I hated it. It was dark and the paper bags were so heavy, but when I arrived home, you would have got up to cook me bacon, egg, fried bread and baked beans, all of which I ate in my bed.