When The Brother and I were young, our mother was keen to pass on the Victorian etiquette she had learnt from her elders. She taught us how to polish the brasses, a chore that became a Saturday morning hardship for the pair of us. We would firstly collect all the little brass ornaments, tiny vases, …
Seeing Red
By far the most embarrassing aspect of having a crippled mother was having to go shopping for special occasions with whoever she could find to take me. My confirmation shoes were bought on a cringy expedition with a couple up the road who I was so awkward with, I took the first pair I tried …
