Hazy Christmas memories bring back feelings of delight and pain
In my mind's eye, I see a Christmas from when I was a boy. It is hazy, but there are sharp points of delight, and of pain.
In the kitchen, my mother is preparing the Christmas dinner. She is in her dressing gown and slippers. There is a cigarette burning in the ashtray and a Christmas carol is playing on the radio.
The kitchen is a big room at the back of the house, with a fireplace, a table and a picture window looking out over the back garden. A grey light that is almost like fog comes in through this window.