One night, our neighbour across the alley blew herself up. It was the late nineties/early noughts, and our neighbour, an old woman named Mrs Smith, would smoke while breathing through her oxygen mask. What happened was sad but predictable. The resultant fire destroyed her home and the one next to hers. Her neighbour, an elderly Italian woman, had stayed at her sister’s the night of the explosion. She came home the next morning and promptly died of a heart attack upon witnessing the devastation in front her.
It was out of such “vanishings” that Mrs Smith’s Lot was born.Read More