Nobody Else Laughed

We were crammed like sardines in the early morning tube. As is often the case, there wasn’t even enough room for me to hold a book between me and my neighbours so I could not read; could do nothing but stand wedged between the commuters, swaying with them. Continue reading Nobody Else Laughed

Touching

It’s blowing a gale – literally: Storm Dennis – and I’m in a fairly seedy hotel (the cheapest I could find without actually sharing a dormitory). The windows are rattling. Above the howling of the wind there’s a whining coming from next door, in the room that shares what would be a beautiful grand curved window had it not been carved up. They must have a dog in there. Continue reading Touching