Years ago in Railings Row, on two kitchen chairs pushed together, under Miss Pinch’s One Duck Eiderdown, I cried for a world that could be stable and sure. I didn’t want to start again. I was too small and too tired. Pew taught me that nothing is gone, that everything can be recovered, not as it was, but in its changing form. ‘Nothing keeps the same form forever, child, not even Pew.’
