60 years ago today the Panorama programme showed spaghetti growing on trees, may be hoodwinking my mother who loved to retell this event, convincingly narrated by a young Attenburgh. She would have been pregnant with me. 60 years later my own dog child plays with gifts from the woodland floor.
As Joelle said to me in an email, everything is gifted is a lesson. I come round to the stark and unkind news, I will receive nothing from Bob’s estate, except Jakes wrath and the Brothers silence. I have been a fool. I must find some work.
I seem to spend much of time moving stuff from one place to the other. The left over plasterboard i must have moved 10 times.
Kaliwood 