I was 10 when our car was forced off the road by an unqualified driver, and in the ambulance when my mother had a stroke. Yet no one explained to me why she was so different
It was the Easter holidays and I was 10. We were going to see Wardour Castle in Wiltshire. My mother was driving our Morris Traveller and my eldest brother was beside her. I was giggling in the back with a cousin. Possibly my mother was arguing with my brother. He was her favourite, but growing away from her so they argued a...