‘Where’s daddy going?’ ‘To work.’ Lula looks long and hard at Clock House station. ‘There?’ ‘Well he gets the train from there. Like I do… Did.’ Ha. ‘What do you do at work?’ ‘Er. Well…’ I have to think hard, the memories are already fuzzy, ‘Have meetings. Write things.’ And that’s about it. I can’t …
Opposite me are six men in suits. They are grey and weary and joyless. Having said that, I am pretty joyless right now too. I wish they would stop holding these conferences on high floors. It’s just tempting fate. Either I’m going to jump or I’m going to push someone. Though, as it’s a voluntary …
If I had a bullet and a gun right now I’d kill myself Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I’m definitely going to kill myself I am sending texts to my work husband. People are walking between the tables like prison guards at The Maze and I’m half expecting a baton to come crashing down on my illicitly texting hand. …
‘You’re not stepping off the escalator Sarah.’ ‘I’m not?’ ‘No, you’re jumping off a cliff.’ ‘Oh.’ That doesn’t sound like something I want to be doing. But I don’t want the panic to show on my face so I reach for my glass and laugh loudly whilst swigging back the contents in two gulps. I’m …
I was talking the other day in a post about the sense of community we’re finding just as we leave – remember the jazz dancing neighbours spinning off lamp posts and the pimping out I’m doing of John? – in a similar way, just as I resign and prepare to bugger off for a rather …
I can’t tell you who he is but lets just say he’s very well known in the land of tv (behind the camera not in front) and is a wonderfully charming and interesting man. Conversations with him tend to start with me shrieking like a Robert Pattinson girlfan and demanding he give me answers to …
I am in Waitrose and I am about to cry. It isn’t because of the prices, nor because of the semi-religious experience that shopping in those wide, airy aisles inspires in me, nor because Lula now strapped firmly into her buggy after hightailing it around the store, is screaming ‘But I WANT a croissant!’ over …
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