My First Colouring book (2013)
“People still smoked at work and took their sandwiches with them in tins or plastic Tupperware containers which released personalised wafts of cheesy or fishy smells into the air. Old Tom had died on the job many years previously but his gunmetal sandwich box was still used to hold the tea money – and still it percolated old aromas into the atmosphere. Anwen the older-than-sin cleaner had scrubbed it many times and even kept soap in it for a while, but it continued to exude Tom’s spiritual dinners, as if it had been an amphora containing rich wine set aside for Odysseus’ long-awaited return. At lunchtime a no-nonsense programme of cheese and tomato, fishpaste, or ham and mustard hit the airwaves. Tastes were simple, exotica rare. Some people were still described as poets or intellectuals with awed reverence. Doctors were saints and politicians were damned clever, to a man. That was a long time ago and he struggled to picture it in his mind. But a few memories lingered on in ghostly isolation.
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