When people talk about their soulmates, most of them mean their partners. Not me. My soulmate was my sister Sarah.
Although we had three half-sisters, Paula, Sharon and Debbie, from my parents’ previous relationships, who we became closer to in later life, Sarah and I grew up together and had a special bond. She was older than me, just by a year. Irish twins, they call it in our home town of Derry. When we were younger we had the usual childish bickers and as teenagers Sarah was far more outgoing than me, and my mum was always forcing her to take me along to the local disco.
But when she got married at 20 and had a little girl, Emma, three years later, in 1990, we really bonded. It was
