I have three sisters, and when I was a and only one of my sisters was at home, she’s five years older than me. We had an interesting relationship. We didn’t get on very well at all.

And at home we rabbits. We bred the rabbits for meat, and this meat would then be sold to the butchers. And of these rabbits there was only one male, and he to me, he was..he was my . And my sisters had to look after the other rabbits, and each of them had their own… if you like… there own personal rabbit that was a pet to them. But none of these rabbits were safe. None of these rabbits were…were . They were all…we only had the one male, so we had to keep him for breeding. But the females were all the rest, and so sooner or later they would be for meat.

And one day we sat down to . And my..my mother had prepared a stew. And my sister was sat me at the table, and was really enjoying the stew, and said ‘Oh and that’s really . What is it"> good doesn’t it?’

She was gutted.