Shortly after we came back from Africa my mother and father had a legal separation with the result that my mother, brother and I were what is today called a single-parent family something rarely heard of in the 30s, when religion and probity were highly respected, and people did not air their problems in the way we do today. Everything was kept under wraps. As things progressed they got worse from my own perspective, and ultimately I became what is known today as a latch key child. During the 30s in Britain, the scarcities that we suffered as a result of the First World War were being reduced year on year, and I feel it is safe to say that by 1935 we were seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I have always felt that 1935, the year of all the royal celebrations, was a year that was really relaxed, enjoyable and noteworthy for that reason. It will become evident if you read through the next portion of this autobiography, that the changes to life in Britain since 1930 have been monumental