I don't remember my mum teaching me much except ironing and cooking and stuff for the home. It was my dad taught me what was right and what wasn't, and my best friend Jenny taught me what was good and what wasn't. My sister only taught me to be mean, and my mothers' father taught me about animals.

My favourite cousin taught me about loving unconditionally and my favourite aunt taught me about loving people. My brother taught me how to love people that weren't there any longer, my teacher Mr Bunce taught me to love the written word. My first love Paul B taught me about passion, lessons that continue even now, but with a different teacher. Paul C taught me to love God and Paul D how to love my child.

LTS