That girl Tina was all but forgotten by now, but when I did think of her, it just brought back bad memories.

She turned up in my life again 7 years later in 1994, again watching me from afar.

To set the scene, we need some background.

I grew up with parents who resented each other and barely spoke, let alone anything physical. It was a 1960’s thing that they stayed together for appearances sake, rather than endure the stigma of divorce. It didn’t help that mum suffered from depression.