Jim was only some 21 months younger than me. Mum talked of a laburnum in blossom outside the window of the Mansfield Nursing Home where he was born. He replaced me in the back bedroom at Heath Avenue, which I suppose served as a sort of nursery, and I moved to a smaller room over the front door. I can’t say I was overjoyed at this new baby in the house, ousting me from my privileged position of only child/grandchild - and a boy at that! Mum said that one day, when she was wheeling Jim in the pram and I was sitting on some sort of seat contraption on the front, a neighbour stopped to admire the adorable baby sitting up in his sunhat, with his ‘boot-button’ brown eyes (Dad’s description): enough was enough, and I leant over, seized the sunhat and threw it to the ground, saying ”There goes his sunbunnit!”.
Alison