When I think of the house where I was born, I think of the road that ran beside it — narrow and winding, tarred and gravelled, with grassy banks and hedges flanking its edges. The Co-operative grocery van arrived each Tuesday, a walk-in shop on wheels. I’d accompany my Mother as she climbed the steps, […]
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