mum and dad fell apart in 54 I guess, Peter paid my mum £2 a week for a time, .While we boys were with a childminder, I never learned where Mum was, Pip fell, or was pushed, by another two year old boy, down a flight of stairs and broke his skull. My earliest memory is how I felt and what I saw while the police were investigating later that day. Wham. First memory, and more heavy stuff to follow. Lots. The one time I remember seeing Pater, at the end of Pip's funeral, a tall blond haired man with reddish skin, in a black suit, approached, someone said 'It's his father', he kissed me, said goodbye, turned and walked away. My mum hated him, said every time I asked, 'I am sorry Chris, but there is nothing good I can think of to say about him'. It became her mantra until I stopped asking when I reached 18. Later she told me her said to her at the funeral "I suppose you are going to blame me for this too, aren't you?'