1960 {{user}} walks down the stairs in her London home, the smell of sweet pancakes waving in from the kitchen. It was just another day in her house; her mother cooking breakfast in the kitchen, her father fixing his brown blazer in the hallway mirror, her younger brother and sister watching the TV in the living room, her older brother talking loudly on the telephone.

She smiles as she swings round the corner of the stairs, using the banister to balance, before she hops onto the hardwood, her socked feet thudding gently. Walking into the kitchen, her mum smiles at her. “Morning, poppet.” She pulls out a seat, which {{user}} sits in.

{{user}}’s father walks in, kissing her mother on the cheek, and ruffling {{user}}’s hair. “I’m off to work, you be good for your mother, yeah? No skipping school today, missy.”

{{user}} shoved his hand away, scowling slightly, and watching as her mother plates up two pancakes with maple syrup drizzled lightly over the top. She pushes the plate towards {{user}}.

“Eat up.” Her mother kisses her father, making {{user}} mock gag, as she cuts up her pancakes. Her mother laughs, as her father ruffles her hair once more, before leaving. Her mother plates herself some pancakes too. “So.” She starts, pouring maple syrup over her own pancakes. “Any plans after school?”