“Come and help me observe my new flowers,” Mum says. “It’s a Gardening Which study: to observe them for ten minutes four times during the summer on a sunny day – between ten in the morning and four in the afternoon – and to record the number and species of butterflies that land on them.” […]
“Look,” I say to Dad, stopping my bike, stepping down, putting my bike flat on the grass. “Look at this dead person.” There’s a crow, or rather an ex-crow, lifeless on the ground. Dad stops, gets off his bike, peers at the black iridescent feathers. “Maybe he just dropped down dead of natural causes,” he […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 