Habits blind the eye of judgement. Lockdown has shone a torch beam on habits bred by consumerism before the pandemic. We were over mothered by convenience. Make a sandwich before work? I won’t, I won’t, I won’t. I am too busy and working too hard to make the effort, we moan as we stamp our well-heeled boots. Convenience… Continue reading Pret- I’m sorry but after a break, I don’t think this is working for me.
(1) Quarantine hangovers are not as intense. You no longer have to get up at 6 am to embark on a sticky tube journey to work feeling nauseous in the armpit of a stranger. (2) No drunken mistakes with random men. There is only your housemate on offer and he has seen you at your… Continue reading Quarantine has Transformed us into Angels. Amen.
I wake up and slip into on my second skin. My once-essential heels are collecting dust. Wearing them only three weeks ago seems like a distant memory. Visible panty lines, a trivial problem lost in the past. The sofa is the only witness my VPL now, twelve hours a day, seven days a week. My… Continue reading Living in a second skin
THE LOVEDALES Gretta stood stripping garden vegetables in preparation for Wren’s birthday dinner. Through the front window she could squinted her eyes, she could see Wren and Ethan walking back from school together. Wren looked tiny walking next to Ethan, who had grown much taller over the past year. She felt a fleeting moment of… Continue reading Dark Botanicals. Chapter Two.
Wren released eight silver balloons from her bedroom window; one for every year of her mother’s passing. With an aching sadness she watched them float away into the night sky. With the yearly ritual of remembrance performed she drew the curtains, changed into her nightie, turned on her lava lamp and wriggled into bed. Resting… Continue reading Dark Botanicals. Chapter One.
I received a call from my father, back in February. “Em, in a future life I want to come back as a male drone bee.” Nothing my father says strikes me as obscure these days. I try and work out the sentiment behind his statement. “Oh yes, and why is that?” “The female honey… Continue reading Ginge’s Hive
Different dates can bring out different sides in our personality. On two first dates I’ve been perceived as both sensible and wild. The context that we meet a date plays a huge part in the image we project. If I meet a date for a coffee it’s unlikely that ‘Wild Emma’ will rear her head.… Continue reading Joie de vivre- The Quiet Joy of Being Oneself
My friends have the same skill set as members of the Israeli intelligence. When they inspect a case they take it very seriously. Individual inspectors have been appointed throughout the years, whether due to traumatic experiences or as a matter of routine, in order to examine the issues and propose recommendations. Their researching skills are second to… Continue reading Innocent Until Proven Guilty
Bunny’s been on a coffee date. Apparently it wasn’t a match romantically and was over within the space of a doctors appointment. “Still Em, it wasn’t of time. It meant that I managed to achieve my goal of 10,000 steps.” Ever the optimist. As is my mother who calls me next. I inform… Continue reading Cock-Eyed Optimists
Patsy and Eddie from Ab Fab wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun with boyfriends. They’re ridiculous, magnetic characters. Watching their adventures unfold is entertaining and watching developments spiral out of control, seizing the moment is contagious. Their zest for life is infectious and they allow themselves to go wherever the wind blows. When I… Continue reading Single Free Spirits