Say Good Morning to the Stars – Sophie Wellstood

My mother wasn’t always drunk, but that’s like saying it doesn’t always rain in a rainforest, or it’s not always snowing in Alaska. More often than not, we’d get home from school or from playing out, and find something had changed somewhere about the house – a new animal sleeping or pacing around in the sitting room, or a half-painted chair in the garden; perhaps a new lodger moved into one of the bedrooms or a pan of pig food boiled dry, the kitchen full of greasy smoke and whatever animal or animals were in there, whining and snorting and freaking out.


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