Hold on, Edna!

Crossing the road, hand-in-hand, Mum and I stopped on the pavement.

‘Who is this, then?’ Mum’s friend beamed as she stared down at me.

‘This is Nye,’ my mum Edna, then 43, said proudly. ‘My National Health baby.’

Just four years old, I didn’t say much.

For as long as I could remember, Mum had always introduced me as her ‘National Health baby’.

I’d had no idea what it meant.

But when Mum said