Cora and Thomas posed to cut their wedding cake, blinking in the flash of cameras and good wishes.
Mother – proud in heather tweed and pill box hat – rushed forward once the cutting was done, levered off the top layer of cake, icing swags calving on the Axminster.
A box was ready, lined with crisp white tissue. ‘For the christening,’ said Mother, beaming.
Decades later, when clearing her great aunt’s house, Cora’s niece found a tier of greyed cake nestled in yellowed tissue.
It was tossed in the bin with other items of little value.
I couldn’t think of a story concerning plastic boxes, but the swagged curtains reminded me of white icing on a wedding cake, so that’s where I went.
Axminster is the name of the oldest surviving carpet manufacturers in the UK. When I was a kid, we could only dream of a real wool Axminster carpet. It was nylon all the way for us!