Simone Mansell Broome

Frozen

It didn’t matter that our TV was black and white. There were no colours. This was the winter of the snow, the snow which lasted until Easter.

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Fur and Feathers

All fur coat and no knickers. I inherited my parents’ distaste for flashiness.

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Flitters

I was taken aback by Mum’s lack of surprise. The family had gone and we never saw or heard of them again. Of course, I heard the grown-ups talk. Murmurs of debts and gambling.

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Fallen

We lived opposite a fallen woman. We knew that’s what she was because she was living in sin.

Falafels, some frogs and a ferret

Through stories and reminiscences, Simone Mansell Broome tells us – with humour, empathy and a light touch - about the people she encounters and the trials she overcomes.