Dear Ruth, RIP

BY QUENTIN PIGG Though it’s not customary to receive the bin man with celebration, in the early hours of Sunday 16th February it was not a customary position that I would find myself in. For amongst the empty packets of quail eggs, gooseberry yogurt pots and other banalities of general waste, lay the ashes of my dead neighbour. She’d been in there for at least … Continue reading Dear Ruth, RIP