The bungalow

 The bungalow

In 2010 my mother is househunting in Peterborough so she can come live nearer to me 

it’s January and she’s not yet moved up she moves about May 2010 which time she’s already dying of cancer but nobody knows it although she does quickly turn yellow 

in 2010 in January she emails me that she is going to be househunting and social be in the area and we could meet for coffee she said she’s good at househunting because of the bungalow she chose to live in with my dad and raising myself and my sister 

for me that choice was an absolute disaster to make such a different choice to the rest of the world the world Is what put us children in so much danger. 

to choose to move to somewhere where you know no one to live in such isolation not just from people you know that from the rest of the town even though it’s on the street it was an isolated bungalow and then to leave your children to work full time and to commute into London daily so that you were away from your children for 12 hours a day when they are still at primary school is a different choice that my mum thinks she’s clever even though she knows that I was raped when I was 11 in that house while she was at work and in 2010 she still says what a clever girl I am how I chose that bungalow.