I remember quite a bit about our flat in Halstead. I remember it being dark, and comfortable, but small. In fact, it was so small my cot was in the corridor. Though I don't know if you can call it a corridor. It was only about two metres or so long. It was opposite the bathroom, that smelt of polish/disinfectant. My mum and dad had to sleep in the living room, on one of those couch-beds. I remember my dad's big chair, with its dark scarlet cover and polished wooden arms. I remember the big shelves, with the little ornamental gorilla or whatever it was inside it.

I remember one firework night, when I had to finish up my dinner of Weetabix in my Sesame Street plate. I remember scraping the spoon through the middle to part the Weetabix, and thinking about the story of Moses and the Parting of the Waves. Yes, I knew that story. I went to a religious school with a prayer before every lunchtime (oogh, tedious).