I hadn’t been married to my second wife for long when we went to stay with her grandmother for a few days. We lived in the north of England and most of Julie’s family were in the south. Her grandmother still lived in her original family house, so there was plenty of room for myself, my wife and her three kids.
Julie’s eldest and youngest – David, who was ten 10 and Louise, who was four – were perfectly fine but at that time her middle child, nine-year-old Megan, was a complete nightmare.