Dad; a story of sock puppet props, Rupert Bear trousers and 83 years of compassion.
If I tell people that as a child I once hid in a wardrobe from my shouting father, they might…
January 5, 2020
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Annette Kapur
If I tell people that as a child I once hid in a wardrobe from my shouting father, they might…
Sometimes you hear your own footsteps duplicating your path through the house. It’s as though you have company but you…
There’s a little girl, shielding her eyes from the summer sun, delicately crossing her ankles covered by slightly askew socks. …
One of the legacies of my Northern, working class Nanna was to fill my soul with superstitions. I salute an…