Anne's blog

Grandma fell ill after walking in the rain to Laman Griffin’s. They took her to hospital and now she’s dead.

   We have holes in our socks and shoes. We wear short trousers until we’re fourteen. We wear short trousers until we’re fourteen. We wear the same shirt day and night. It’s the shirt for school, for football, for climbing walls, for Mass. When I sit down in church, people smell the air and move away. If Mam gets a ticket for a new shirt at the St Vincent de Paul, the old shirt becomes a towel. It hangs wet over the chair by the tap for months.