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I stood, ceiling hovering close over my head, watching the documentary, which covered Thatcher’s unlikely rise to Conservative Party leadership in 1975, her battles with ‘Heathite’ Tories, her election victory in 1979, Bobby Sands, the IRA, the recession, the Brixton Riots, the Falklands War, the Miners’ Strike, her battles with the trade unions, the breakthroughs she made for women in politics, the grinding shift from ‘society to self’, her loathing of the European Community, the end of the Cold War, the introduction of the Poll Tax, the Poll Tax Riots and her eventual downfall at the hands of her Tory Party colleagues.

My son, two and a half years old at the time, cute and rashy, smiley and whiney, came down the stairs, walked up to me, rubbed his eyes and said in a dull voice, ‘Take me [to] bed.’

He put his arms up, so I picked him up.

‘You watching TV?’ he asked.

‘Yes,’ I replied, ‘it’s about Margaret Thatcher.’ Didn’t elaborate, eyes barely shifted from the television screen.

Paused.