Five Houses

Melanie McFadyean

I live here, we say, this is my house, my home. We settle, dwell, adorn. A house feels permanent. But this illusion of security can end in a minute. When the illusion is shattered in childhood, as it was for me, you can spend decades harbouring a longing for that lost house, that place that seemed s…


Mrs Covet
Early Retirement