What the neighbour heard

I was brought up the 1970s in Liverpool, England, by a single mum – I’ve never known my dad, and I believe he’s now no longer with us anyway.

Although it was quite a rough part of the city at that time (it has since become quite gentrified), there was a strong community neighbourhood ethic partially, I suspect, a hangover from the war years, which at that time still weren’t that distant.

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