Wednesday, September 04, 2013


Sometimes, you don’t intend to tidy the airing cupboard. You just open the door to look for a single sheet, and stuff falls out on the landing…


…including a suit of your mother’s that you couldn’t bear to get rid of when you were clearing out her house. And you think – Maybe now’s the time to take it to Oxfam, and you smell it to see if it needs washing, and it smells of your mother.

So you bury your face in it.

And then you put it back in the cupboard.

Helen Willis

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