My road to independence and living alone started when I came back to London with my mother in 1996. I was able to master the daily chores as everything was so accessible and everybody around was eager to help.
‘Klaus has invited us for a weekend’, said mother one day, stirring the pasta sauce.
‘Why don't we go?’, dad asked.
‘Please, can I stay on my own?’, I pleaded.
‘You can't stay alone’, mother said promptly.
‘My friends, Helen and Keith are coming. I will ask them to stay on a little longer’, I said confidently. Helen and I had gotten to know each other in Oxford. She used to teach at the Polytechnic. After we were introduced, it did not take us ...