Storybook Cottage

I’m from Adelaide. Storybook Cottage is a real place and I’ve been there, many times. That’s all I’m willing to divulge (Autopsy of Adelaide: Storybook Cottage).

‘Welcome to Storybook Cottage!” screeched the sign, in cheery letters as tall as a child. The paintwork was chipped and cracked, and flecked with rust, but you could still make out a family of four: blonde girl in pigtails, her older brother with nut-brown hair and the two parents in pinafore and holiday slacks.