So You Think You Want to Foster?

At the age of four, because of the Easter bombings in May 1941, we were bombed out of our beautiful home and evacuated to a farm thirty miles north of Belfast, Northern Ireland. A year or so later, we returned and lived in a very deprived area in the city. My father, an old soldier, was an alcoholic who smoked in the region of a thousand cigarettes a week, so, the cupboards were bare and family life broke down. My mother had little or no money for food, or even necessary items. I became somethin