The Reactor by Nick Blackburn
One of the finest accounts of the mysterious workings of grief I have ever read.' Helen MacdonaldI tore the arse of my pyjamas one morning, about a year before he died, and my father sewed it up perfect in a few minutes, just like that. I was looking at them this morning actually, his line of white stitches. It's beautiful really.
One of the finest accounts of the mysterious workings of grief I have ever read.' Helen MacdonaldI tore the arse of my pyjamas one morning, about a year before he died, and my father sewed it up perfect in a few minutes, just like that. I was looking at them this morning actually, his line of white stitches. It's beautiful really.
One of the finest accounts of the mysterious workings of grief I have ever read.' Helen MacdonaldI tore the arse of my pyjamas one morning, about a year before he died, and my father sewed it up perfect in a few minutes, just like that. I was looking at them this morning actually, his line of white stitches. It's beautiful really.