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From Peckham to Chester, the Guardian has been with this week's reader through all the stages of her life
I love the Guardian and I have done for a long time. My father was an Irish immigrant, a good man and a great socialist, and thanks to him I joined the Young Socialists when I was 16. I used to read the Guardian on the top deck of the 63 bus on the way to school. I was fired up and wanted to make the world a better place, so it seemed like an obvious choice.
I don't have the time to read it every day, but my week is incomplete if I don't buy the Saturday Guardian – I love the home and foreign news, Family and Review, and I always do the quick crossword. My neighbours get the paper every day and they pass over G2 so we can do it. It's a paper with integrity – I feel like I am getting the truth when I read the Guardian. I have a lot of respect for the editor, Alan Rusbridger; when someone is quiet and dignified like that, you want to listen when they speak. I'm proud to say my cousin is the singer Katy B and she's been featured in the paper a few times. It's wonderful – I cut out the articles and stick them on the wall.
I grew up in Peckham in south London, but left to do my teacher training in Birmingham when I was 18. It was a revelation to discover the countryside, and how beautiful Britain is. After university I moved to the north with my ex, and I have lived in Chester now for 33 years. I love this city, its architecture, its nooks and crannies. I don't miss London at all. I have to go back sometimes and I just think – get me out of here.
I now work as a freelance counsellor, which is a job I'm really passionate about. There is a real joy in starting to work with someone who is in a bad place and seeing them move towards something better. I think that is linked to my politics, the idea that everybody should be given opportunities.
