My writing class. Personification.

We meet “the watchful room”. Watchful is claustrophobic, I’m told. But I’m not convinced. Someone being watched might feel this, but it’s only one of many possible emotions. So the connection’s too weak for me. Too big a punt. Sounds more like an author who tried too hard.

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Grandad was not an educated man. Born in 1908, he only received basic schooling, just enough to drive his coal truck to the docks during the Blitz.

His last years, he was broken. Spent his days in his armchair. But he read. Voraciously. Penny westerns. Dreadful. No accounting for imagination.

Mum asked him, “what if you don’t understand a word?”

To him, that was simple. “I skip it. Look at the words around it, guess what it could mean.”

Easy.

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Grandad might have liked this phrase.

I ponder, am I cut out for this lark?