2017-03-27
Glass Works
At the corner of our dining room stood a Murano glass lamp-stand. Its intricate glass flowers and leaves were dull and opaque with dust, and its brass base had long lost its lustre. My excuse was that the smell of metal polish gets up my nose and gives me a migraine. It had been a wedding gift to my parents in the early 1950's; one of those intricate, fragile jigsaw puzzles that need to be taken apart to be cleaned. Read next feature >
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