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My father, now 76, says he had a "very good relationship" with a fellow sailor when he started out here. "He was a very nice guy," he says. "It was not a fair deal for me." Then there was my father's wife, who had a son with her husband. He and his son-in-law worked at an office building in the East End for the next 20 years. (The same building is where I was born.) My father was a very good student and I went on to become a master's student in physics. My mother was a student, too, but my father was a very good student and I went on to become a master's student in physics. My father and I were lucky to have a close relationship. In the early 1990s, I moved to London to work as a journalist. I also worked for the BBC's London bureau. My parents were both on the Labour party's finance committee. A year or two later, I came to the point where I realised that I was too young to be a journalist. I took up a journalism degree at the University of London, and, for the next three years, I worked as a reporter for ITV News, and for the Sunday Times. In 1992, I moved to London to study journalism at Warwick University. I became a full-time columnist for the Sunday Times, then a leading newspaper in the west with a focus on the social and economic issues. This year I was named a prize winner at the 2016 International Writers Festival. I met my future husband, who is now an editor at the Guardian. My father, who is an engineer, was an electrical engineer for five years before moving to London. He says: "I thought I had found the right job. The job seemed to be right for me, but I was worried about the future. I decided to leave the job as soon