What can I say?
When I was 2 — long, long ago, back in the time of caves, when dinosaurs ruled the earth and parents left children in cars — my sister (a fresh plumpy newborn) and I were left in the back of our Humber car while our parents popped out — just for a second.
When they left us, I was sitting on the back seat, and my sister was in the carrycot.
When they came back, I was in the carrycot and my sister was on the floor.
So it was only a matter of time before I took further revenge on my three little sisters . . . and wrote a shocking exposé.
It’s called How To Be A Baby By Me The Big Sister.
Actually, when I say I wrote it — that’s not strictly true. I started out wri…