Mummy

Angela Lambert

If I free-associate around the word Mummy, what comes up? Smoking. Showily crossed legs. Good ankles. Laughter. Cocktail parties. Gin and It. A Ewbank squeaking over the carpet. Lay the table for me—here, knives and forks. Toast and dripping, beans and bacon, eat the fat up it’s good for you, do…


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