My parents were eccentrics, living in a big mad house in the country. We had a free-flying parrot and a goat that came on walks. Everything was an adventure. At midnight on a school night, they’d say, “Let’s visit the graveyard!” or “Let’s go sledging by moonlight!”
I was an empathic child. I’d cry if I saw old people walking alone. I’d tell my mum, “We must find out where they live and visit them!”
