A man doing The Knowledge on his moped. The heavy push of the gate and his physical memory of the space (Bachelard) Knew this space far better than I. The people that live in Lane End have dreams about other places they have lived as I do about the rooms they are sleeping in. The carpet, The look of the gloss paint on the alcove where the post used to wait to be opened. Bills lying there for months. Estate Agents enquiries, Pizza delivery adverts for years. The Staffordshire Shepherd and girl looking on over to a pastoral Scottish landscape engraved and in glass on the other side of the hall. Now they look toward s a turbulent sea scene a reminder of on my stepfathers heritage: his father was a lifeboat man. Realise the miserable Christmases that happened. My father taking one of our present to the children in the home he ran. My Mason and Pearson hairbrush I had waited for a year to get instantly taken and used by another less fortunate little girl causing me to go hot in the face with frustration.
