I was browsing in Waterstone’s a couple of weekends ago, and because I was tired from all the walking I’d been doing, I sat down on one of the armchairs in the middle of the floor. I scanned the bookshelves from where I was seated, and as I turned to look at the display of books on the table next to me, I spotted this book:
You know how certain things trigger old memories? Like when you find an old favourite t-shirt as you’re cleaning out your wardrobe, and you remember exactly when you bought it or where you wore it to? Like when you smell the aroma of sauteed onions and you’re immediately transported to your childhood, when you came home from school to a delicious home-cooked lunch?