The Glass Table

From a really early age, I had an uncomfortable feeling about Mum and Dad going out, it’s hard to put my finger on it but I guess in hindsight, this was the beginning of a lifetime of anxiety, a constant worry that all wouldn’t be well, always sat there on my shoulder, whispering dreadful scenarios into my ear. … More The Glass Table

The Rat

The Rat // Circa 1982 // Age approximately 4 “Look at the size of that bloody thing!” he shouted, “it’s like a bloody cat!” she shrieked. It was cold and damp in there, the ‘veranda’ they called it, it wasn’t actually a veranda, it was a lean to porch with a corrugated plastic roof. Single … More The Rat