“My mum and I were dead close. We would do lots of silly things together.
She was like 40 when she had me.” – Dee Coles
Dragging its heels through the remnants of a war that had delayed (or put paid to) many a young romantic’s dreams, love – finally, tardily – arrived.
In a black & white south east London, Dee Coles’ parents entered into matrimony just as confectionery rationing in the UK was coming to an end – a great relief for the wedding cake baker!
It was early 1953.
Daughter Dee was not yet ready to emerge; when she did so it would be from a mother of ‘like 39’, not 40.