Wrote a reply a while back on Wikivorce to someone who felt her children hated her. I know the feeling. Continue reading People Say I’m In Denial, But That’s Just A Lie!
We were such good friends. Met at university, hung out together and made each other laugh. We were often in a group, yet you were always very special to me, and I loved you. Continue reading Letter To An Old Friend
I came back furious. My ex-husband has been lying to my daughter who lives with him. I mentioned it to her twin, who lives with me (yes, fucked up).
‘It’s like the Ueberraschung button’ he said. ‘The first time you press it, it’s a surprise, but not the hundredth time’. This made me laugh, but I was still cross. Continue reading The Ueberraschung Button
Chatting to a colleague. I learned that she teaches a dance class in the evenings. I have been looking (not very hard, but intermittently) for a dance class. I’m too fat though, and unfit. No one will want to dance with me. I won’t be able to do it. Continue reading From The Neck Up (or, I Thought He Had A Brain The Size Of A Planet But In Fact It Was Only His Head)
Within a matter of days I signed two contracts – one for a full-time job, the other to write a book. Continue reading Barely Brushing My Teeth.
Today is the first day I can remember not feeling hungry for years. Yes, I ate a piece of cake for breakfast, because it was there. Continue reading Using Myself As A Dustbin
Under a bridge in Holloway, a narrow cellophane wrapper holding a bunch of red roses. It was wedged into a metal hook in the wall to hold it upright. Also there, neatly folded and forming a puffy cube: a duvet without a cover. I hurried past, late, and wondered. Usually under that bridge there are people, wrapped in winter clothes and lying under duvets. Last time, a young woman had stopped to give a dishevelled man some coins. Now just the duvet and the roses. Had the flowers been a gift? Continue reading Looking A Gift Horse In The Mouth