this week, with BERYL RUSHTON, 58, Huncoat author

MEMORY: A horse pulling a cart loaded with milk churns bolted in Cumberland Street, Blackburn, where I lived. The horse went one way and the cart the other. I stood in the doorway and the horse bolted up against the door jamb -- it was a long while before I could stroke a horse.

HOLIDAY: Blackpool -- everybody went on steam trains or charabancs. We stayed in a boarding house where there were cupboards with mesh on the front where each family kept food they had bought and the landlady would cook it. My mother bought a piece of meat and she and two other ladies staying there were convinced the landlady was helping herself to pieces.

HEROINE: I used to tap dance and always wanted to be a ballet dancer like Margot Fonteyn. I couldn't afford ballet lessons so I used to tap dance on the kitchen floor. Then I would get a hand behind my head and be told: "You'll wear the oil cloth out."

SCHOOLFRIEND: A girl called Joan Chippendale.

PET: A budgerigar called Joey. I can remember granddad would have a meal and be fast asleep when Joey would slide down and peck his nose.

HOME: Cumberland Street, a terrace house.

TELEVISION: We moved into some quasi-semis in Lincoln Road and I remember getting a nine-inch Ultra television. My dad was an engineer and he strapped a huge magnifying glass in front of it.

RECORD: Pat Boone's Love Letters In The Sand.

JOB: Textile designing. Where I lived in Lincoln Road there was a mill called Prospect Mill where I served my apprenticeship.

VENTURE INTO A MAN'S WORLD: I was the first girl student at college with about 200 lads and to get my finals for City and Guilds I had to pull a Lancashire loom to bits and put it back without a nut or bolt missing.

BOOK PUBLISHED: I have written two books, published three years ago -- one was adult fiction called To Hell And Back, the other a book of short stories.