[2] Mummy and me (on the far right) in a mother and baby competition.
[3] Mummy in her wedding dress, holding me, May 1970. It was seeing this photograph when I was fourteen that made me realise I was illegitimate.
[4] With my mother in the back garden of my grandparents’ house in Saltdean, May 1972.
[5] Trying to go fast on my tricycle, aged two in October 1972.
[6] Snapped on the beach, aged four, by the local paper. This was just before my childhood became a lot darker.
[7] My mother, with my first bicycle in the background. The mismatching tyres upset me as a child, perhaps because I knew it was second-hand.
[9] My first motorbike, which I bought in 1986 when I was sixteen. By the autumn of that year I’d moved in with Peter Tobin.
[10] My grandmother holding baby Daniel, who was born on 21 December 1987, while Peter looks on.
[11] My friend Sally lent me her husband and his Daimler as my wedding car – I felt like a princess.
[12] Just married, and happy that in marrying Peter Tobin I was doing the right thing to do for our son.
[13] Gorgeous Daniel, with his father.
[14] Outside my Tea Shoppe with Daniel, in October 1988. Peter wouldn’t help look after him so I took him to work with me.
[15] Christmas with Granny, Daniel and Peter.