Who Does She Think She Is? [antikvár]

Chapter 1 A Star Is Born My mum always said I was special. I know all mums say that but my Mura, Jenny, insists something happened on Friday 14 May 1976, the day I was born, that really made her believe it. She was in the dingy delivery room at the Salvation Army Mothers' Hospitál in Clapton, in the heart of the East End of London. She'd been in labour for 36 hours and she'd just about had enough. It was a hot spring that year with the warm mornings building up to scorching days. From what I'm told about the day that I made my first big entrance, it was particularly claustrophobic and muggy in the delivery room. Outside the sky became quite overcast. In fact, as Mum recalls, it was dark as dusk. And so, after days of driving her round the bend by refusing to come out of her womb - I had been due on 22 April - I finally ventured into the world, a scrap weighing seven pounds, three and a quarter ounces. At the very moment the midwife prepared to cut my umbilical cord, the sun suddenly broke through the humid cloud outside and beamed right on me. Mum says the room was completely dark except for this ray of light. She still sees it as a special sign.