Second, there was a newspaper piece about a support group for childless women called Gateway Women.
There must have been long periods when nothing in particular happened, bad or good, and we may have had ordinary child-like feelings of fun and excitement then, but these are mostly forgotten.
Because this all happened to me so long ago and because it was such a bizarre childhood, maybe I won't remember every detail.
You think, “That’s what I’ve got to look forward to: I’m going to be miserable, shapeless, unsexy, on my own, lonely, probably wearing very thick glasses, tweed skirts and smelling slightly of cat pee.” ’WHAAA? It is so ingrained, society’s hatred of the child-free, that even a woman assigned to write the damn story can’t help but be of the mindset that, if you haven’t got a child, you will be unhappy in your West London flat near branches of Daylesford Organics and Space. Another mum took a pint of milk out my fridge and said: ‘I never knew milk could come in such small bottles!
’) And naturally you’ll cower in said flat because you can’t bear to see a chubby baby nestling in its well-heeled mother’s arms while she argues over its Brora-covered head with its resentful father.
First, I’ve had a deluge of emails from PRs paid thousands to promote big brands, along the lines of, ‘Dear [Space], Are you planning any features on Mother’s Day?
’ Yes, I am now just known as ‘Dear’ – I don’t deserve a name because my womb has never been occupied.
Life went on and now it seems that the only times that stand out were particularly violent ones.
I try to remember things other than beatings and bad times and it's quite hard.
Hague told my friend the Treaty of Rome prevents individual EU states from banning live animal export.
He said that if it could be banned, he would do so without a doubt, and that perhaps this could be written into a treaty renegotiation.
Yet we Hamilton-Byrne children had multiple identities.