When I was small I used to make glitter. I would take bits of shiny paper and cut them up into the smallest pieces I could. I would spent what seemed like hours doing it. In reality it was probably minutes and only once but like it was always sunny when you remember your childhood, I am sure it was hours. I would then make everyone cards and stick on my home-made glitter. To me it was like golddust. I tried to invent new ways of making cards, Mum used to buy me different ones from the local shop if they had an interesting pop-up mechanism and I would try to emulate it. Shirts for the men were my favourite, complete with collars, buttons and ties. Dad used to get ones before he went fishing, always the same design.

I remember when the school burnt down. The excitement, then the horror of it all. I spent that time off school sitting cross legged on the floor of my grandmother's flat, making cards for everyone using coloured paper that Mum had brought home from her work at the council offices. Lots of orange paper I recall.