It is a story she has told many times but I never tire of hearing how my grandma used to go out dancing five nights a week when she was a teenager. This memory of breezy hedonism, storming the dancehalls of Leeds on such a regular basis, still fills my grandmother with joy and nostalgia. ‘And ten to one I got a date on a Sunday night’ she proudly tells me. It was an age of youthful freedom for her and one that she still treasures even now; made all the more precious by the fact that it was short-lived, being that she would become a wife and mother by the age of 20. Not to say that her enjoyment of life ended there by any means. She went on to have three children, a happy marriage and great friends that she deeply mourns for as she outlives more and more of them. At the age of 80, she has lived a rich life. Yet there is perhaps a longing there for a life that could have been, opportunities that were never available and choice that never materialised.