Small objects

I spend the day looking at big issues (homelessness or a wish to be rehoused is increasingly on our radar) and then I come home and look at tiny treasures such as the key ring that was given to me by the 14-year-old girl I looked after when she was a baby. The gold coins are not so much treasure as forbidden fruit: the day I ate four or five of them at one go was the day I had my last 24-hour headache. So now I am drip feeding them to visitors or workmates who don’t react in the same way.

Now I’m watching Kneecap on Prime, about two Irish-language rappers in Belfast. Not one for those who don’t like drug references or bad language!