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The day my mother went into labour with me dawned a fine autumn day. I had a home birth and Bill Sansom’s wife, Auntie Margaret, who was known to the whole neighbourhood on the Old Kent Road as Maggie, helped ease my tiny body into the world. Listening to stories of my birth and all my siblings running around the house reads like a Martina Cole novel, and I never tire of listening to the nostalgia my big sister Maureen likes to tell.

My cousin Elaine has also told me the whole story about the kettle boiling in the kitchen, endless cups of tea poured for the anxiously waiting family and friends, and my mum as calm as you like. When my healthy lungs were filled with enough London air, I yelled the place down, which made everyone very happy. Cousin Elaine was the first to enter my life. Soon there would be another Elaine.