[Written 23.5.17] I woke you from your hot nest of sleep; I had hardly taken in the headline. One kiss, and I slip back to my bed To hear grave tones of shellshock and shrapnel Refusal to despair. The low … Continue reading
A fallen star Has landed on his bedroom floor Sickly, luminous green, Dead in the daylight. I pick it up With some scraps of scribbled paper, A broken rubber band, and Some tat from a party bag. Above, there is … Continue reading
It’s 8am. Pete and I are having breakfast in bed. Bernard is on a year 6 residential trip. We are enjoying it way too much. We were talking about how old and stupid the cat is getting, and somehow get … Continue reading
At the age of 8, I would come home from school, eat a jam butty, and go off to play out with my friends. I am pretty sure I never had homework. Of course, we are talking about the previous … Continue reading
Sophia wants me to tell you that she doesn’t like brown bread. Who’s Sophia? She sits next to me at lunch and she says she really, really doesn’t like brown bread. But you’re not giving your sandwiches to Sophia, are … Continue reading
Remember when you were a kid and you didn’t feel 100% but you weren’t quite sure if that meant you were genuinely sick and could get a day off, or if you would have to play it up a bit? … Continue reading
“Can I play on my tab?” “If a girl-brother is called a sister, what’s a girl-cousin called?” “Are all these people in my family?” “Why do they keep calling you Kaaaaaar-ren?” “Can we go home yet?” “Can I have something … Continue reading
Another of my Great-Aunts has died. I only have one left now. The funeral is reasonably local, and my mum will come and stay so that she can travel from here, and I will go with her. But will I … Continue reading