My ideal age is five.the sun shone.the darkest thing was my tricycle.one brake and solid tyres.friends there seemed aplenty .mostly girls,I would explore under the bed and in the flower bed outside the house of the most delicious and delectable girl of all.jennifer jayne Gibson.

My real friends were Jennifer and her cousin Helena. Their father and mother had been fefugees.

Winter never arrived.mid afternoon sunshine was the only time.

Linoleum had just been put down in the flat. Education was mostly running to and round a tree.

Occasional percussion sessions inside.