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 I’m about to give up, one becomes available. ‘I’ve got one!’ I say to Chris, who is still...
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 you off.’ ‘Right.’ There is a brief silence, both of us...
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 natural blonde starting to come through after weeks of lockdown. But, on closer inspection, I realise...
Dad’s socially distanced 70th

Dad’s socially distanced 70th

Dad is turning 70 during lockdown. We cancel the surprise family holiday to Craster. Here’s what you could have won, I write in his card, including a picture of the beautiful Northumberland coast. Then I go online and order a badge saying ‘70 effing hell’; a T-shirt...
Piling on the pounds

Piling on the pounds

My shorts have shrunk. I stand in front of the mirror, trying to fasten the denim cut-offs that fitted perfectly last summer. I stretch and pull the material and somehow manage to force the button and hole together. For a second, I feel victorious but then realise...