My eldest son would have been 7.5 months old so my days would have been filled with looking after him and our house. Very happy days.
I remember that prams and babies were always left outside the shops then. I was once so preoccupied with checking my change after going into the bakers [before I was used to the new money], that I started to walk home without him. I soon dashed back to him though, feeling very embarrassed.
Desperately sad story of the assisted suicide of a grieving mother



