I was born in 1934, an only child born to loving parents. I grew up during WW2 and it seemed quite normal for me to sleep in air-raid shelters. In1944, I walked the streets of West London with my parents and grandmother at 1 a.m. homeless, having lost everything but our lives.
My father's eldest brother had been killed in WW1 and this had a profound effect on him. He left school early, misled the Army about his age, as did many others at that time. My father was, therefore, determined that I would have the education he lacked.