The scales don’t lie

The scales don’t lie

It is nine o’clock on Saturday morning, 16 weeks and six days since lockdown began, when I finally stop procrastinating and step onto the scales. I stand as tall as I can, willing myself thinner.…

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The Good Life

The Good Life

‘I’m worried about your sister,’ Mum tells me during one of our tea and cake chats in what was formerly the conservatory but is now known as the bubble. ‘Why?’ I say, taking a sip…

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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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