The things we love, and why we love them
Some of my favourite possessions are portals to memories that have shaped me in major ways.
As soon as I felt the cold air wrapping its gnarly fingers around my naked hand, I knew I’d made a stupid mistake. Just seconds before, returning home after a walk with my dogs, I’d flung a bag of dog poo into the compost bin, and now my glove was definitely missing. On tip-toe, I peered into the bin reluctantly. Amid the compostable bags of green waste…
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