- I firstly remember spoiled custard. My fifth birthday, and mom was
working late, and there was a problem with the radiator in my bedroom.
It rattled, it clunked, and sometimes I swore it shuddered, but the one
thing it couldn't do was produce heat. In the winter I liked to spend
hours standing by the window with my feet tucked in between the coils
until my skin began to ache. Robbed of this, my only pastime, I spent
the day in bed.
- I had a little pocket radio of unknown origin, waterproof-yellow
plastic and big, sticky buttons.