I WAS a bit of a wild child in my teens.
So when I got pregnant in the last year of my A-levels, the solution was pretty clear.
“You’re obviously keeping the baby, right?”, my sister said to me.
But my mind was set — I had actually made time between all my teen partying to study hard for my A-levels, I was all set to get into my first choice of university, and in any case I was living in my mum’s council flat working a part-time retail job.
