We weren’t babysat very often. We had a stay at home mum and a dad who was on the road a lot. But soon after we moved to Scotland with dad’s job, Jean came into our lives. I would be about six, my brother therefore 10.
Jean was a young sales rep colleague of dad’s. My parents rather took her under their wing and she became a regular visitor to our home. She would indulgently play with us boys to our heart’s content and we loved her, particularly when we were taken to her dad’s farm for the day and were allowed to run riot everywhere.