She didnt know when her birthday was because she never had a birthday or Christmas present until she was an adult.
Actually, that's not strictly true. She was given a doll with no head for Christmas once. She wrapped a cloth around it and went out to play with the other kids, who of course pulled the cloth off, and then pissed them selves laughing at her doll with no head.
Her Dad died when she was young and when she and her brothers returned from being evacuated during the war, her Mother had taken up with an evil arsehole. He had by that point beaten two of the neighbours to death, and had lost an eye when a bomb he was making for the UVF blew up in his face. Her mother and him had a further 4 kids, plus several who died in infancy, so there was at least 9 of them in a two up two down house. She wasn't allowed to go to school as she had to go out begging to get money for his drink. Her brothers were sent out on the rob, for the same reason.
When she was 16 she "found God", so he threw her out on the street in the clothes she was wearing and nothing more.
He got rid of her brothers by giving them the choice of leaving and not coming back or having their eyes burnt out with a red hot poker.
When he was a frail old pathetic man, his kids put him in an old peoples home 200 yards from where we lived.
When my Dad was at work she used to go to the home and bring him to our house for his lunch and a chat, because he was lonely.
If anyone tells me they are a Christian, my Mum is the yardstick I measure them by. Most don't pass the test.
I bet your wondering how she ended up having a son like me.