A sense of betrayal – who’d have thunk it

My daughter had the biggest room in the house. Two windows onto the garden, framing an old wooden desk from her fatherโ€™s youth. Opposite, a wall of shelves groaning with fantasy fiction, dystopian futures, botanical analysis, Harper Lee and JK Rowling, maths and chem, pop ups, falling apart antique, Leunig, Sean Tan, Shakespeare.ย  And among this, all manner of little bits, things, images, oddities, reflective … Continue reading A sense of betrayal – who’d have thunk it