trained as a children's nurse at Paddington Green Children's Hospital. Her long working life was spent looking after people – from new born babies to school-children; as a welfare officer to nurses; and, in her seventies, stepping in to allow families a break from the responsibility of caring for an elderly parent.

Widowed in her thirties, with very little money – but with a 2 year old daughter – this typical Edwardian lady coped stoically with all life threw at her. She particularly loved children and relished time spent with her two grandchildren.

Resourceful and creative – her sewing machine always at the ready – she remained sprightly and lived independently until her early nineties, when the Charles Bonnet Syndrome struck.

Like too many others, she said nothing until she could bear it no longer. Her quality of life was being challenged and her fear of mental illness was paramount. By the time she finally confided in me about her ‘visions’, the hallucinations had reached constant and terrifying proportions. They remained with her for the rest of her life.