Woman-about-town

Woman-about-town

For the first time in five months, three weeks and two days, there’s somewhere I need to be. It’s written in the diary. Thursday 27th August — dentist, 9.30am. I start looking forward to it…

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Down by the river

Down by the river

‘We need a day out.’ Mum phones to tell me. ‘We need to go out and eat something. All of us. We’ve not had a meal out since March.’ ‘Where do you want to go?’…

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It’s my birthday and I’ll cry if I want to

It’s my birthday and I’ll …

‘We need to do something for your birthday,’ Chris says, the day before I turn forty-one. ‘This time last year, we were in Crete,’ I say. ‘I know.’ ‘We had that meal looking out to…

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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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