Flatpack hell

Flatpack hell

‘We need to do something about your books,’ Chris says, hovering in the doorway to the spare room. ‘You have too many.’ ‘There’s no such thing as too many books.’ ‘They’re everywhere.’ He points to…

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The right and wrong way

The right and wrong way

It’s the first night in our new home and something doesn’t feel right. I sit in bed, eyes scanning the room, trying to work out exactly what. ‘Something’s not right,’ I say to Chris. ‘I…

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On the move

On the move

I wake at 4.30am, grab my phone and do what I do every morning — search for an online shop. Most slots between now and Christmas are taken, but I keep scrolling and just as…

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We need a wedding

We need a wedding

‘It’s our wedding anniversary,’ Mum phones to tell me. ‘We have cake. Are you calling?’ ‘Of course. I’ll never turn down cake.’ ‘That’s good,’ Mum says. ‘Your sister’s coming too, but don’t let that put…

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Is it stress?

Is it stress?

I stand in front of the mirror feeling dizzy and a little sick. At first, I thought it was the light catching on my hair and making it shine. I even thought it was my…

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Dad’s socially distanced 70th

Dad’s socially distanced 70th

Dad is turning 70. The surprise family holiday to Craster is cancelled. ‘Here’s what you could have won,’ I write in his card, making sure to include a picture of the beautiful Northumberland coast. Then…

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