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The first time I heard them I was standing in the Cookery section, somewhere between Mary Berry’s Family Recipes and an old tome by Madhur Jaffrey.
Dave laughed it off, swore it was the old pipes rattling (‘they’re lead you know’) or a fiesty gang of mice looking for A Thousand And One Ways With Cheese – funny guy, Dave.
Then one night on the run up to Christmas, the shelves festooned with fairy lights, the cinnamon and clove candle making me nauseous, I edged along the tunnels of paper, nudging one stack, then another, disturbing the scent of old facts … and I felt it
– a hand as flimsy as tissue, slipping into mine.