My story really begins on the day my own dad was sacked by his own mother, who – yes, you’ve worked it out – is my own gran.
I’m Sarah Parks, but everyone calls me Sparky. I’ll explain why later, but first of all let me tell you how my grandmother booted my dad out of his job.
This might sound a bit weird, but there are four main people in my family and until the day in question – just before Christmas would you believe – all four of us were, for one strange term, all in the same school. I had started there in the September, my mum was a cleaner there, my dad was the art technician and my gran was the headteacher.
Therein lies the problem.
And I was actually in Art when it happened. It was the last day of term, final lesson of the day. . .