You could smell the place from the top of the
lane as the odour of cats and boiled cabbage seeped into nostrils without permission. A terraced house set back
from the path with two worn steps. The front door
was always open and drew curious eyes into a long dingy
hallway. The faltering notes of ill practiced pupils hung in the air with the
motes of dust.
“Do come in” he said, “would you like some
The smile on his stubbled face revealed
clenched black teeth and gaps. His grey trousers, flecked with unspecified
stains, were held up by grubby braces which poked out from under his straining
The music room was from another era.
Threadbare reddish covers covered heavy chairs and table and the piano pushed
against peeling flock wallpaper; its stool dented and scuffed from years of
We only visited once and chose a different