Slice of Life

  • 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 the piles of books stacked floor to ceiling and covering every inch of carpet. ‘It’s my book room,’ I say,…
  • 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 know what you mean.’ He is lying next to me also scanning the room. Our furniture has been taken down…
  • 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 sleeping. ‘I’m…
  • 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 short silence, both of us contemplating the force that is my sister. ‘What kind…
  • 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 I am wrong. ‘Chris,’…