My father’s SECRET FAMILY
As a child, I always knew when my dad was coming over.
Mum rushed around making sure the flat was tidy, the sink was clear of its usual clutter, and there was a delicious smell of toad-in-the-hole with creamy mash wafting from the kitchen.
Dad was married to another woman on our sprawling council estate and had a son with her. But he’d had an affair with my mother and she was 21 when I was born.
‘Outsiders weren’t welcome on our estate’
Mum got so little from my father, yet she
