"My mother sewed me a jacket from scraps of fabric, I"m wearing knitted knee-high socks in second-hand boots, and I"m holding a home-made school cone decorated with shiny foil. Somehow, my mother managed to make one," he says, wondering how she pulled it off. "She must have somehow bartered for the foil, the cardboard, she really tried to rescue this cone. And she crafted it without me realising, even though we lived in a small, cramped flat."