There is a photo on my wall: black and white. My family when I was about 14. Me; my dad; my mum; my sis. My dad has plainly said something rude because my mum has a knowing look on her face, and my sister - chic and classy even at 12 - looks shocked. I'm looking on, slightly detached: bespectacled, slightly awkward, and dressed like I am auditioning for the role of Young Compo in the stage adaptation oof "Last of the Summer Wine: the Wonder Years". (It is no wonder I didn't have a bird).
Mum and dad are looking at each other. Laughing. We are lying at the foot of some huge, old tree that looks like it's been there forever.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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