"Weekend breakfasts have always been big in our house. Usually a cereal course followed by a full English. It's the execution that makes it special for me the colourful tablecloth, the mix of bread and toast (so you can fold over a slice of your choice to make a mini bacon sandwich), the teapot, the ginger biscuits you dunk into your tea for afters."
"Packing up Mum and Dad's house, my house, felt like a massive goodbye that bedroom, those memories, the feeling of safety and refuge I always felt there. I knew exactly where all the creaks were on the stairs and how many steps in total (13). That evening, I basked in the blue glow of the gas fire watching a Jane McDonald travelogue on Channel 5, temporarily free of my own responsibilities, sedated by nostalgia."
Weekend breakfasts functioned as a cherished ritual, with cereal followed by a full English and carefully curated details like a colourful tablecloth, mixed bread and toast, a teapot and ginger biscuits. The move back to Yorkshire in 2020 reunited three small children with grandparents and led to building a bungalow for Mum and Dad in the garden, while their belongings went into storage. Packing their house felt like a major farewell to a safe, familiar place marked by known creaks and thirteen steps. The final evenings combined domestic nostalgia, small comforts like a takeaway curry, and the unsettling sense of no longer having a home to return to.
Read at www.theguardian.com
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