Sitting at daughter 4’s parents’ evening, I keep getting vague whiffs of Haddock Chowder. Can you smell Chowder, I ask her, in a hushed tone. What’s Chowder? She replies. Fish! I whisper. I had it for lunch and it seems to pervade everything. I keep sniffing at my jumper. I notice that it is covered … Continue reading "Sperm Cake"