I famously didn’t walk until the day after my brother was born in June 1979. I was 19 months old!
My grandad was in the garden with my aunty Viv and I obviously decided it was my moment to try and outshine my baby brother in whom everyone seemed so interested! My grandad liked to write comic poetry & wrote this about the experience.
Anselm is my godparents’ son and a good friend the same age as me.