Rate this story My parents were going off to my father’s company ‘do’ as they called it. It was at a large hotel in London and as they were going to stay for the night it meant I needed to be supervised. I objected feeling I was old enough to look after myself but they were insistent. The solution they came up with was for me to stay with my Aunt Barb (short for Barbara I assume but I never did know for sure). In fact she was not really my Aunt at all, just an old school friend of...
