Racing to the music room, my three siblings, Peter, Brian, Margaret, and me, all clawed at each other to get to the piano first.
Peter, 12, reached the stool and sat down.
“You were first yesterday,” Brian, eight, groaned.
“Eldest rights,” Peter smirked.
It was 1948, I was four, and every morning was the same routine.
Our mum, Anne, was a piano player and had brought us up to love music. As well as piano lessons, my twin Margaret and I also attended dancing lessons. We both wanted to be performers, but, apart from our looks, that’s where our similarities ended.
I was quiet and reserved, whereas Margaret was impatient and extroverted. “They’re like chalk and cheese,” Mum would say. Despite this, we were extremely close and would do everything…
