told me that it was the first time she had made an advance to anybody. They held her up to the window, and she was crying and banging on the glass as we drove away. Getting Anna to England involved much heartache and effort. But after a fruitless second visit to Romania, a desperate letter to Mrs Thatcher, social services' reports, and third dash to Romania, Anna finally boarded a plane for Heathrow on 15 July 1990. She was so good, remembers Christine. I were good, confirms Anna. She wasn't frightened of flying, but she was very frightened of the seat belt, so I think she'd been tied down at one time. When I arrived home with her, I don't think that anyone said anything. It took ages to believe that she was actually here. She had put on a bit of weight. They'd been feeding her up (according to Danielle, they would have taken extra food from the other children). But she was still