Bone Meal For Roses

Poppy can’t remember what the windows were like in the place they stayed before, or the place before that, but she knows that they were no closer to the ones in television homes than this one is.

which isn’t very convincing either. It just seems to have more long dirty buildings with more corridors and more doors in them, or small scruffy houses falling to bits. Nothing is as it should be, on this side of the screen.
Poppy watches the television from right up close. That way, she can look into the real world with its bright colours and neatly arranged furniture and not have to think about the dirt, or Jason smoking and looking at magazines while sitting on the stained toil