Group 1:

A cracked mirror hung on the wall just over the table.
The mirror was long and horizontal sloping to a ship's prow at each end.
Lined in cherry wood the mirror took the whole wall drawing every object in the kitchen to itself.

The walls were a fiercely stippled white wash, which were often re-whitened by my father in slack seasons.
He did this so often that the paint looked as if it had been squeezed and cracked into the walls.

A large electric bulb hung down at the end of a chain that had been hooked into the ceiling.
The old gas ring and key still jutted out of the wall like antlers.