There was a little girl who used to love playing with Day and Jo when they were babies.
I remember thinking that she made an excellent babysitter. For a nine-year-old, she made a strong case to me about why she should be allowed to carry them and she did, all over the house, while playing with and entertaining them.
She was warm, loving, very responsible and I liked her a lot.
Today, I learn that the now-14-year-old has run away from home for six days, sniffs glue, uses f-words on her mother and grandfather, has a piercing on her lower lip and mixes with 18-year-old boys.
Her family have reported her glue-sniffing to the police and she apparently ran away from home while out on bail.
In a way, for her, the writing was on the wall.
Without going into details, her family circumstances were chaotic and typical of the children who go on to become Beyond Parental Control cases. I said my piece, but there is only so much a third-party can do.
It just seems like yesterday, though, when she was all full of eager innocence. And I can imagine exactly what sort of wholesome teenager she would be today if she had the right sort of loving family.