I think of my childhood, which was London through and through. Me and Mum spending weekends pinging around tube stations like silver balls in a pinball machine. I always assumed people who were raised in the countryside had roots of some sort, but hearing Oliver talk about his lack of connection to Castle Knoll tells me that I’m the one with roots. Something about that makes me feel momentarily mollified. My ramshackle upbringing with Mum might have been unconventional, but at least it was happy.
