Blackberries, beetroots and doll.
1. Ripe blackberries in April -- just a handful, gleaming in a cardboard tray -- brought in by slow boat from the Mediterranean and put at the front of the fridge to be eaten by anyone who fancies one.
2. Slipping the skins off boiled beetroots -- some for Nana, some for us.
3. A few dozen stitches and her little face appears.
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