I won a competition in The Times or Sunday Times. This was in the 1980s when married to my first wife. The prize was a free psychological assessment. The result of the assessment was being told I had a high level of paranoia, yet I had not developed Schizophrenia.

One Christmas I tore the sack that my sons presents from Father Christmas. Now instead of taking the view that it did not matter, I decided that Father Christmas would write an appology letter. Also that I could not type it up but a work colleague should do it, as my son would know I had typed it. Yet come Christmas day it was no issue. This was all driven by my paranoia. An unatural fear of my son. Yes he was one for throwing padies.

My paranoia was eventually dispelled by the break up of first marriage, the loss of the house and loss of my career. Then started my current career, with a new marriage of over twenty years.