The guests at the dinner table were appalled when my mother opened the cupboard door and pulled out the heavy white metal trunk that contained the corpse. Why had she kept the body for so long, and what was she about to do with it?
Meanwhile I tried to contact WB and PN to find out whether or not they would be in Edinburgh over Christmas. In the end I had to visit them in person to get an answer.
I very much admired wall displays of clean underwear in WB’s flat. She told me that this was a German tradition.