Helen Lederer: 'I spent all my holiday money on postcards'
It was the summer of 1973 and I’d just messed up my A-levels. I’d been planning to study English at uni, but a bad day on my exam meant I would have to change my plans. Back then, it was expected that you would do things in a linear order, everything at the right time. I was at a bit of a crossroads, still figuring out what to do instead, and working in an adventure playground. It was there that I met a boyfriend called Nicky, who I thought was incredibly sophisticated because he was a few years older and had been to the London School of Economics.www.telegraph.co.uk