Hello all, and thanks for the posts.
Complicated thing with my mother, ran myself ragged when my darling step father was ill, and after he died, was known as the bag lady where I worked at the time, because I always had an overnight/weekend bag with me, as I was either going to or coming from my mothers!
I really don't have the energy to explain it all here, and I'm sure you would find it boring, although I could write a book about it . I used to be so proud of my mother, single parent in 1958, I had a cleft palate, was supposed to be adopted, when pregnant the neighbours and relatives were told she was "working in Birmingham", was sent to a mother & baby home in London (the family were in Malvern) and until she was sent there, if anyone came to the house she was hidden away, once in the larder!
Despite the cleft palate she decided to keep me. Bit hard to come back from "working in Birmingham" with a six week old baby!
Apparently, one had to spend 6 weeks in the home before being considered in the right mind to sign adoption papers.
Anyway, as I say, long story as to how things ended up as they did, and to be honest, I still don't how or why.