‘Angels from the realms of glory..’ Crackle of morning kitchen, smell of burnt toast, spoon chink. “Hurry up Dad, hurry, you’re so slow!” Clatter of plates, cold sink, smooth Christmas linen, wood scrape on lino….
‘Angels from the realms of glory..’ Crackle of morning kitchen, smell of burnt toast, spoon chink. “Hurry up Dad, hurry, you’re so slow!” Clatter of plates, cold sink, smooth Christmas linen, wood scrape on lino….