I adored my father because he was dry and witty and funny. He would stand in the door of his shop greeting everybody and chatting to them as they went past.

My Dad was a tailor and he would give my mother housekeeping money each week and call it her 'wages.'

My Dad was a tailor and he would give my mother housekeeping money each week and call it her 'wages.'

It drives me batty that there isn't more equality in my business.