My birth mother lived two streets away from where my Mum and Dad had retired to, in a sleepy little village near the sea. Mum and Dad had been there for 12 years, but somehow, they had never crossed paths in such a small community. I was living in Australia, and so Mum and Dad got to know my birth mother well before I had a chance to meet her face-to-face. My birth mother was furious that her mother hadn’t passed on the information that I was looking for her and, also, hurt t

How families change over the years! Mine certainly has. I grew up in a family of six—two grandparents, two parents, myself and my younger...

My family has mushroomed from two of us to now 27 and contains 4 generations. I’ve noticed over the last 10 years how hard it is to keep...

Over the years when I have recruited staff – I always look for those staff who have common sense. It’s hard to find these days – the...

My paternal grandmother always brings up lovely memories. My grandmother was my cooking inspiration. She was my role model as a child and...