You only live once, make the most of it!
I am a wearer of hats. One day – four hats – same head underneath. I think. Hat 1 – 6.15am This morning it’s a struggle to leave the house; so much to do and I daren’t be late. Dirty washing flung into the machine, sandwiches made, fruit sliced, yoghurt poured, cake cut, bags packed,…
Dawlish, Devon A small child with a blonde plait down her back digs in the damp sand with a plastic spade. She wears a hand knitted jumper over her little bikini; she was almost blue with cold when they finally enticed her out of the sea, and her mother has insisted she keep the jumper…
I know Tats is unhappy because she has put on weight. It’s always the same; the more miserable she is, the more she eats. So I know how unhappy she is before she even mentions it. And typically, she doesn’t mention it until we are almost out of time, but for once she cannot run…
She is glad not to walk up the steps to the media box alone, but from her demeanour you could never tell. They met at Manchester Piccadilly, in the bookshop. They spent ages there, but he couldn’t find anything sufficiently highbrow to bother parting with his hard won cash. His intellect scares her a bit,…
Tats leaps into the car beside me. “God, sorry I’m late! It’s been manic here this morning, honestly.†We hug with some difficulty across the handbrake; she is one of my closest friends – I seem to have known her forever – and instantly we are talking, and laughing; stories of family, work – all…