My second child was born in 1978, we’d just bought our first house, money was extremely tight, no phone, only heating a portable gas fire, no money for clothes or socialising, but always hopeful, and full of optimism . I think that’s one of the worst things about getting older, you realise that any change is unlikely to be for the better.
WARNING:prepare for the weather storm all day Friday


. Our daughter was 9. We had our own house. I was lovely and slim and enjoying wearing the fashions of the day. I am pretty miserable now.