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What it Means to be Green

Shortlisted for the 2015 Gwaun Writers' Festival.

I live in a kettle. I have a brother who lives under the bonnet of a clapped-out Morris Minor, an auntie who resides in a fallen hanging basket, and a cousin who inhabits a smelly boot. But I live in a kettle. Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s not just any old kettle. It’s made of copper and was regularly steam cleaned by its previous owner. I’ve fitted it out with the latest mod cons and, all in all, it’s a rather cosy kettle. It’s an ideal home for a robin.