Labourer’s Hands – Part 5

Through my indulged, peripatetic lifestyle, I saw the huge gulf that had grown between me and my parents. I was salaried, desk-bound and lax while they toiled

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Labourer’s Hands – Part 2

Cont’d.    Our humble family ceremonies  – eating salamis hung in the woodshed by my father, roasting slabs of bacon on sticks over the coals of the fireplace,

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