Between properties, we stopped off for tea with my grandmother and my aunt, and my mother produced her stash of floor plans like enemy intelligence: ‘Have a stickybeak at this!’

Truth is I was the kind of fellow who people would run away from when they seen me coming on account of I was so full of facts and names and places and families I had to tell about.

They videoed his death instead of helping him.

She had put a daffodowndilly behind each ear, and twisted a dandelion chain around her neck.