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Blood, part 2

Back to grandmother Millie … she was petite, tiny in fact, slim, dyed blonde, smelled of expensive perfume, gin and cigarettes. She was a complex character. In the UK, she set up her front room full of African things, where … Continue reading

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Living in South Africa, with parents whose near and far roots were firmly planted in English soil, was always going to be a bit of a schizophrenic upbringing. An old boyfriend once asked me, “are you English or are you … Continue reading

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