After mass, a hasty genuflect,we went straight to the pub.The adults absolved of sin,straight into debauchery. Clutching my rockshandy and chipsI huddled under the table,grease shiny on my fingers. Peat smoke.A fiddle in the corner. Home Later, we piled into the car.Frost on the road.Narrow and winding. The car slips, a figure skater, pirouetting.Turning.Turning again Tumble, tumble, … Continue reading Tumble Tumble