It all began 8.30pm on St. Joseph’s Day, 50 years ago to be chronologically correct. I arrived quite quickly and with minimal damage to my mother. Although legend tells she received 19 needles before, during or after my birth. *

I was considered very beautiful by my Father, his fear was this beauty wouldn’t last. Being a beautiful baby is often the high point of a person’s good looks. In my case it is probably true.
I was fortunate to be the first child, therefore I received non stop attention of which I remember nothing. My first home was a 16ft caravan in the back yard of my paternal grandparents.
I decided to walk at 9 months, much too early to realise I would be spending most of the next 50 years standing up. Yep, the stupid things you do when you are young.
My Mother entered me in The Sun beautiful baby contest, I was adorned with only a red satin ribbon, I have the photo somewhere. I was a page 3 girl alright but it was the wrong paper. This foray into public nudity was a first, whether it is the last remains to be seen.
Rest assured dear reader, you will not be subject to any visual images of this possible event.
Until next time.

*Note to reader: Memorise the number 19!