The Junk Room

It wasn't always so.

Photo by Kevin Andre on Unsplash

Our “junk room” wasn’t always the junk room.

In days gone by, it was our parent’s bedroom. It was where six of us were conceived and spent at least the first year of our lives. Back then it was always tidy, orderly. Double bed in the middle of the room. Mum and dad wardrobes. Dad’s one contained a couple of guns he’d brought back from his time in the Korean war. Locked away in a…

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Trudi Bishop

Trudi Bishop

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Kiwi by birth but not always by nature. Spent most of my adult life in the UK. I’ve landed back in NZ, a stranger in a familiar land. Trying to figure this out.