I have observed elsewhere that there is a significant difference between the truth of experience and the facts of everyday life. What I write about in these pages is often emotive, what I experienced, observed, and felt in different parts of my life. Some of the details I’ve forgotten (and occasionally I make note of that in the text), and some I’ve remembered, perhaps imperfectly. So I may not have all the facts in exact order, but I have no doubt about the truth of these stories.