Tagged: rural

I was ironing school blouses badly, which is how I know it was a Monday, because Monday's the only day I bother with the collars. Our iron's an old Morphy Richards that belonged to my mum, no steam…

We drain the pool the last Sunday of September, always, and for three nights after we don't go near the deep end. That's the rule. Dad never explains it beyond, "because your gran said so," and…