Tag: Granny

chastising storm

Lockdown Day 12: Friday 3rd April, 2020 Grandma is sitting in a large chair in the centre of the bay window, silhouetted by the matriarchal sun. The armchair dwarfs her. She was only ever five feet tall. And that was before she shrank with the passing of the years. Always a force of nature, though […]

Capstan full-strength fog

Lockdown Day 4: Thursday March 26th, 2020 Next?   Grandpa – emphysema. I was seven by then. He was bedridden as long as I could remember, wreathed in a constant Capstan full-strength fog, assuring the doctor on his frequent visits that he’d really, really given up smoking this time despite the dead-give-away haze you could […]