I left home a month and a bit after my 17th birthday to earn mine own living.

Within a couple of months, my parents moved home! They took my younger brothers out of our school and threw them into another school. They “earned their keep” by working on the land at weekends picking sprouts and potatoes.

By the age of 18 – I’d been FORCIBLY removed from London after quitting my slave job and moving in with BFF in St John’s Wood. Dad was at Hendon Police College at the time and …..!

So I return home. To the parentals in their new house.

My one, my only consolation was a tape recorder and a pair of earphones. And (amongst many others) Mr Meatloaf.

Life is a Lemon and I want my money back….especially the 6 weeks wages owed to me before I walked out of a large and beautiful Zillionaire’s house in Buckinghamshire because I’d been trapped and abused with zero comms for days.