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When I was small and wore scratches on my knees, she lived in a former state (council) house in a small provincial town. It was the kind of town that squeezed in upon itself, making of public gardens, the town clock and the railway line a whole world. When she bought mailing bags with ‘Sender’, [...]

We’re driving, you and I, in a white Morris that whirs like a sewing machine. We’re travelling far, choking up the hills. We’ve packed all the things that we can take. The canary in his cage is wedged carefully on the back seat. His curled claws jangle against the bars. I am three, or perhaps [...]