Bruce, our Boxer dog is the puppy on my knee, he was a loyal companion throughout my childhood. I'm sitting on the wall that divided the garden of our weekend cottage with the paddock where the district nurse kept her donkey. My hair was usually kept tightly confined in pigtails. When the pigtails were loosened my hair became a mass of little ridges, like the roof of a dog's mouth!
A few years ago I went in search of the cottage and found that it had changed out of all recognition.
I had difficulty maintaining a pregnancy, but eventually in 1972 succeeded in carrying a healthy daughter to term.
Seven years later, after considerable help from the NHS, our second daughter was born.
Our daughters make my life complete.
And I am immensely proud of the women they have become.