![]() ![]() My middle sister chose to go to boarding school when I was four my older sister died aged 19, of an epileptic fit, when I was eight. I was born at the end of the war, and my sisters were born before it. I was the youngest of three girls, but in effect I was an only child. I was brought up in the lower middle class my father was a white-collar worker on the railways, in telecommunications, and we lived in a rather humble rented railwayman’s flat in Clapham Junction. Life must be a lot smoother if you remain in the social class in which you were born. At first it hindered me but I’ve been able to turn it to my advantage. ![]() ![]() It’s been an important part of my life that I have changed social class. I like there to be a definite ending, not necessarily happy, but satisfying. It makes me a good children’s writer, because children always say, ‘it’s not fair’ it really gets their goat if they’re accused of something they didn’t do. Injustice gets me fired up, whether it’s at a tiny level, like a parking ticket for an offence not committed, or a global scale. I could see both sides of every case, and I wondered how people acquired convictions. I remember when I was quite young thinking that I didn’t have any opinions, and wondering where people got them from. ![]()
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