Chapter 4. A find. Iris.
Sometimes, you just don’t want to do anything. On one of those days when the grown-ups were out, Iris was mooching around the flat – she’d made tea twice – when she became ashamed of being bored and decided to do something useful. She would go through the storage space which her parents kept stuffed with all sorts of odds and ends. The vacuum cleaner and ironing board could only just be squeezed in. She took a huge enamel basin out of the bathroom to act as a rubbish bin and started piling in leftover bits and pieces: ribbons used to wrap presents, a broken plug, electric cables, a bent lampshade frame, a tin of long dried-up paint. She came across things that had been given up for lost altogether: a glass button, a spattering of beads, tiny items in sweet boxes a
