Am watching the film Oranges and Sunshine, about the migration schemes to Australia, for children in care in the late forties/early fifties. Fascinating, and particularly pertinent to me, as I was illegitimate, however my Mother chose to keep me. It occurred to me that that might have been my "lot" had she been persuaded otherwise which was a distinct possibility in 1949. There but for the grace of God and all that......
Sometimes it’s just the small things that press the bruise isn’t it? 😢
