My father is in the doorway to my room. He is in shadow, light shines behind him and I see him swaying. He comes into my room and lifts back the duvet and gets in next to me. I punch him away. I tell him to stop. He is paralytically drunk. He weighs so much. He thinks he is in his room. I am not his wife. I scream at him. I kick him hard with all my strength.
9 Holidays I wish I hadn't Been On: Prologue - The 1986 Argos Catalogue
I close my eyes and tear off the receipt and run to see if there is anything on the shelf. Sometimes there is, sometimes there isn’t. What you will read next is what is left in stock room of my early life.