Well, I decided Id use this blog to tell my story. Its 17th August, 2014.
In a few days, My mum would have been 81, but she passed away in 2013, whilst I was stuck in the Walton Neurological and Spinal hospital, after my regular check up discovered a bone in my lower spine had collapsed doe to a tumor growing inside it

So, having said that, where to start...

I was born in Kendal in 1963 to Muriel Anne. "Moo" wasn't even 17. Even in the sixties, young , unmarried mothers weren't "approved"  of. My mother was sent to a home to give birth to me.

I was adopted when I was about 9 months old, by Eric and Thelma, who already had a son John. John was , I think, not prepared for a brother

"What? share my toys with that? NO WAY!"

We resolved the problem by playing with (and breaking) my toys, whilst John's remained pristine in their boxes, with a few exceptions (I still bear the scars)