Worst time, to be a man-child!

Let me start by saying that "no child who is on the edge of becoming a man should be told that he has a baby sister" like this.

Let me explain. It was during the summer holidays of 1968. I clearly remember. It was a Friday and on the Saturday, I was due to go to Wales with the army cadets which I had joined six months earlier. As I have explained in earlier posts, I was not close with my mum as she was always at work. She usually came home, ate and went to bed. Very little contact and on her day off, Sunday, she would stay in bed.

So on Friday night, I was laying in bed--- not able to sleep because of the excitment of where I was going, when I heard my mum calling out for her mum, my nan. She was really screaming then I heard my nan calling for my aunt to call an ambulance. So I left  my bedroom and went to look in my mum's room. My nan saw me and took me back to my room and told me not to worry. She said "your mum's okay".