Slice of Life - Liz Champion

Slice of Life

  • Bakewell tart, anyone?
    ‘Bakewell tarts,’ Dad says when I answer the phone. ‘What about them?’ I say. ‘I’ve made one.’ ‘For us?’ ‘Yes. A big one. Can you pick it up? Before I eat it all.’ I promise I’ll be straight round and hang up. ‘Chris,’ I shout downstairs to where my husband is hard at work. ‘Stop…
  • Pumpkin
    My mum and sister are sitting at the kitchen table, knives in hand, frantically carving when I arrive.
  • The show must go on
    It’s Monday evening, almost seven o’clock, when I go upstairs to play my saxophone. On the TV downstairs, the prime minister is briefing the nation about rising coronavirus cases, local lockdowns, and the three-tier system. I step into my book room and close the door behind me. What the PM failed to realise when he…
  • The rule of six
    ‘Do not get me anything with seventy written on it,’ Mum says. ‘I don’t want reminding that I’m so old.’ ‘It’s your birthday,’ I say. ‘I don’t want a fuss.’ ‘You do.’ ‘I don’t.’ I sigh. Whenever we mention anything about her forthcoming big birthday, the conversation always goes the same way. No to balloons.…
  • All insects great and small
    ‘How’s the new house?’ my auntie asks when I meet her at the garden centre for a brew. ‘It’s still standing,’ I say, thinking about the long snagging list that is getting longer by the day. ‘That’s what you get with new builds,’ she tells me. ‘One of my friends bought a new house, and…