the kids are alright
Thursday, July 20th, 2006In respectful silence we shuffle around the room. Lips tightly sealed, chins being stroked pensively; nobody daring to appear unaware of the importance of the artefacts on the walls and floor. We’re monks in a monastery of modernism. Spectacles, testicles, wallet, watch.
Chattering as she goes, my three year old daughter rattles across the floor with [...]
