Part 1 of Essay
Anyone who thinks that Sunday is a day of rent needs to spend a couple of hours in my living room. From the minute I am awakened by the shrill, ear piercing ring of the telephone, until the end of whatever premiership football match is showing on Sky, I am bombarded with a cacophony of sounds. The person on the other end ....

Part 2 of Essay
.... conspiratorial laugh they have all used against me since my time began. I was never considered a cute little sister to be cuddled, but someone who was born to be the butt of their jokes. Once I have showered and dressed, I venture into the kitchen to see if there is a quick breakfast that can be prepared between the time I put the kettle on until the time it boils. My mum will be up to her armpits with potato and carrot peelings and there will be various pans bubbling and hissing on the stove. A chicken, a l ....