I was nineteen and had just got home from uni for Easter. I’d assumed I’d never be going to stay with Auntie Beryl again but then a friend of Mum’s had an emergency and had to stay at our house and my room became hers. A few phone calls later and I was told to pack because Auntie Beryl had kindly agreed to let me stay. I was still unsure why I had to call my Mum’s friend Auntie but it had always been that way. If you’ve r...