Juliet, Holloway, 29 May 2020

Yesterday I went into Dad’s house for the first time and started clearing and cleaning. I didn’t get much further than the kitchen. It was like excavating through the strata of the last three months’ events: Dad’s mostly uneaten 90th birthday cake still on a plate from the start of lockdown, discarded disposable gloves, theContinue reading “Juliet, Holloway, 29 May 2020”