I’m like your handbag,’ laughed my son Scott, then 13. ‘I go everywhere with you!’ It was true. I was a single mum and, even when he was a kid and I was selling make-up, I’d take him on my rounds.
‘This lipstick shade would suit you,’ he’d tell a customer, and I’d get another sale.
Scott was enterprising. At a Scout camp, he came up with a creative way of making cash. Never an early riser, he got up to get to the front of the shower queue, then sold his
