I’m an old man now, but I was born into a wealthy family in the early 1950s. Our family firm’s name is one that anyone in the UK would immediately recognise, which I hope explains my asking for anonymity here.
Both of my parents worked in fairly responsible positions in the family business, so for many hours and days at a time we children – myself, my sister (two years younger than me) and my brother (younger by five) – were left in the care of our full-time, live-in nanny.