TRUE-LIFE
Jill Hayman, 43, Montrose, Angus
Running into the kitchen, I found my mum Barbara, and asked if I could have some bread.
‘Have something else,’ she said, rolling her eyes.
‘I don't like anything else,’ I moaned.
Wandering out to the garden, I shouted over to our neighbour.
‘Please could I have some bread?’ I asked.
‘Sure, love,’ she said, handing me a few white slices over the fence.
I was only 4, but pestering the neighbours was something I did often to get my bread fix.
They must have thought I was being starved, but Mum was
