Strange things are happening to Alison Anthony. Childhood memories she didn’t know she’d lost are returning, and, she’s questioning whether man really did land on the moon. Is it to do with getting older or the ECT she received years ago?

I once wore a dress bright yellow as daffodils. A girl’s false ear kept falling off. On winter mornings spiders’ webs glittered like jewels in the hedges. I can see our playing field bewitchingly cloaked in fog. Little bottles of milk brought into classrooms. Big green pots of meat and vegetables for school dinners, shared out by the teachers. I remember the jugs of water. I remember drinking from the water glasses. I remember the weight of the giant wooden trays. I can feel the sunlight as we sat cross-legged in the school hall for assembly. I can feel the water glass in my hand. Two weeks ago I smelt the warm peppery smell of my grandmother’s kitchen. And this, if you’re wondering, is the curious sparking of memories, and has something to do with electricity. As a teacher might say, ‘Can you guess what that is, children?’