The Keeper of Lost Things

by Ruth Hogan

Grand houses where tea was served in pots, toast in racks, butter in dishes, milk in jugs and jam with a silver spoon. Houses with names instead of numbers that had terraces, tennis courts and topiary. And tray cloths.

a school full of chip-fed, benefits-bred kids, most of whom already believed that the world owed them a council flat, a baby and the latest pair of Nike trainers.