I attended the same senior school as Marion Ecob-Prince. She and her brother were born in the same week as me, in the same nursing home and we were all involved in a baby mix-up.
At feeding time my mother was presented with a handsome, lusty baby – who turned out to be Marion. Marion’s mother, Anne, was tending to her twin brother, so was unaware that she had been given a rather less prepossessing specimen. Maternal instincts overrode my mother’s admiration for Marion, and she handed her to the nearest nurse and rushed to see to whom I had been given.
