Memories part one
It all started when I was about eight, far too young at the time to understand what went on, but years after one can piece it together and realize the explosive situations I was involved in.Firstly a bit of background.I was brought up by my father’s parents, he was a merchant seaman and I was told, when I was old enough to ask questions, that my mother died.My aunt, father’s sister, was a businesswoman and she used to give respite to my grandparents during the summer holidays, my uncle and aunt...