It's 1951, I'm two years old and I'm not happy. I'm screaming and shouting for my mum and she's not coming to get me. My older sister Pat and mum and Rory the cat are in the back room. They're seeing it all, and I'm missing all the excitement.
I'm sitting on a potty in the front room. I have to stay there till I do something.
There's a lot of noise , Rory has found a mouse and is chasing it round the room. My mum is chasing Rory with a broom.
The mouse runs into the front room and I stand up. The potty sticks to my bum, then falls to the floor dumping the contents everywhere.
The mouse escapes through the front door.
My earliest memory.
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