To my mother's complete and utter horror - I developed into a tomboy by the time I was eight .
I loved farm life , playing with dogs , riding horses and wearing jodhpurs .
I hated wearing stiff frilly frocks and being paraded out to do ballet displays .
Instructions on not getting dirty and behaving myself intensified .
I particularly dreaded Sundays :
This meant relative visiting us or going out to relatives for afternoon tea .
My cousins had wonderful toys like train sets and boats .
I asked for them and my mother didn't consider them to be acceptable.
I once heard her telling my grandma that she thought that I wasn't normal .
I think that I preferred visiting as the house didn't have to be cleaned from top to bottom and I could play with "male" toys .
Periods came early and I dreaded them .
I looked like a eight year old -flat chested with no hips and yet I had periods aged 11 .
I didn't really fill out until I was 15 and then , suddenly - I wanted to wear make up and dresses !
Is there such a thing as delicious ready meals?
How do you acknowledge Easter.