Our childhood holidays were often taken in a seaside town in Devon. The laborious four-hundred mile car journey southwards tests the patience of anyone. Then throw four squabbling children into the mix, and you have a melting-pot of certain insanity. However, our mother had a trick up her...
There were three floors of corridors that consisted of eight separate rooms – four either side. The corridors were dimly lit by faulty lightbulbs, which gave the bright red laundry boxes I’d placed outside each room two hours beforehand a stuttering glow.
The two o’ clock round was my...
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