I used to have a secret admirer or stalker depending on which way you want to look at it, that would send envelopes stuffed with dried flowers or those…
A fight over a bus window. Though it was frosty outside and they were sopping wet with condensation, I wanted to crack one open to let out the stench o…
The springs had broken under the nook of the sofa that I’d claimed as mine while it dawned that Trump was going to win the 2016 Presidential race. But …
I am not prepared for this level of intimacy. I haven’t had the level three regime of pampering that would put me at ease to be in this position —showe…
“Solitude is the luxury of the rich.” I think that’s by Camus or maybe from a fortune cookie. Either way, it’s a line I like to quote. Solitude has bec…
Before the arrival of our family’s first computer, I had been manic to the point of hyperventilating. It was bought, we thought, in an ‘off the back of…
Holland Park. A rare family day out. My sister, brother and I stood quietly squinting in the sun at a peacock. Faces pale and bags under the eyes from …
A doctor, a lawyer, a cleaner, a cook. The list would go on but had to end with an artist, a musician and a writer. Then you draw a boat on the board, …
My favourite stories about my mum are quite self-indulgent because they’re rooted in what I believe is a trait we share. Her flashes of ferocity, somet…
“The Moonlight Menagerie,” my primary school magnum opus, a story I’d written about a collection of animal statues that could come to life at night. I …
There’s a French phrase, l'esprit d'escalier, which refers to that feeling you get when you think of the perfect comeback once it’s too late. Maybe an …
“If a single orange costs 25 pence and you have five pounds how many oranges can you buy?”A blank stare.“What sum would you do to figure out how many o…