A Broken Tooth

2012

The Georgian facades of Burgh St are pristine and white but there is one yellow and broken tooth in the gleaming smile. Owned by the council and overdue for major work, we were allowed to live here for six months. Three years later and the tooth is still pleasantly collapsing – to our joy and the neighbours dismay.

Behind the arched window, my beautiful 70’s black and white TV came from a junk shop on the Holloway Rd. One day the picture buzzes and fidgets before settling down permanently into a new orientation. The image is still clear and sharp but instead of horizontal, the picture now runs diagonally across the screen at 30˚ degrees. Nothing I can do will persuade the TV to realign itself but I find that a hard–back book placed beneath one side of the set is just the right height to restore equilibrium. The cream TV set now rests at 30˚ degrees but the image is itself is flat and stable.