with a deed in a tin and eleven thousand pounds in the bank and a plot with his wife in it could not make a telephone call, because he has not used a telephone since 2019, because his hearing has gone on the left and because the phone in the corridor at that home is on a wall at a height that assumes you are standing up comfortably.
Nine months of asking. Four people. And every single one of them answered a different question from the one he was asking.
The cupboard.
Pete died on the fourteenth of January, 2025. He was fifty-seven. He was in the kitchen at ten past seven in the morning and I was upstairs.
And his ashes came back to me in the February, in a dark green container about the size of a biscuit tin, in a bag with a handle.
And I put
