Sian Gammie

Feed The Fish. / by Sian Gammie / A monophonic Waltzing Matilda blares and the man’s head bobs up from where his chin was resting on his chest. Dreary-eyed he heaves himself out of his chair. “Glasses,” he mumbles, “where has she put the wretched things?” Picking up his mobile phone and holding it at arm’s length he squints at the screen and answers, “Hello?” But there’s no one there. “Bloody stu…