Billy Keane: Chairs a symbol of hope for women given help to rebuild their broken lives
There I was, alone in the sitting room where broken lives are fixed, and stories never told before are told for the first time.
The half-painted baby chair caught my eyes. The chair seemed out of place. A pony standing in among giraffes. It was like the chair in ‘Goldilocks and the Three Bears’. Scattered here and there were more broken and half-fixed chairs in various states of repair and decoration. The little kiddies chair, I thought, is probably being made up as a present, or something like that.
Even now, three days on, I can hardly write about the story behind the small chair.