by Liz Champion | Jul 18, 2020 | Memoir
‘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 of my tea. ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘She’s not herself. She’s talking about getting some ducks.’...
by Liz Champion | Jul 4, 2020 | Memoir
‘We need to do something about your books,’ Chris says, standing in the doorway to the spare room, afraid to step inside. ‘You have too many.’ ‘There’s no such thing as too many books.’ ‘They’re everywhere.’ He points to the piles of books stacked floor to ceiling and...
by Liz Champion | Jun 27, 2020 | Memoir
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 know what you mean.’ He is lying next to me also scanning the room. Our furniture...
by Liz Champion | Jun 21, 2020 | Memoir
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...
by Liz Champion | May 31, 2020 | Memoir
‘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...
by Liz Champion | May 23, 2020 | Memoir
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...
