The weirdness finally wears off when there’s only five minutes remaining. It takes the dregs of my limited self control to stop myself from jumping off the nutter couch and pointing triumphantly at Laura and shouting ‘Ha!’ I don’t move. But my face must have. Because she pauses in the middle of her sentence. “You wanted to say something?” she …
I Imagine Her Reaction
August 1, 2010 :: 0 comments‘What about this one?’ my mother says. ‘Don’t you think it looks nice?’ ‘If you want me to look like a traffic cone,’ I say. ‘Don’t be silly.’ She pushes the dress to me. Boxing Day sales have never been my thing. But my mother had insisted, so this morning we drove into town leaving my father, my brother and …
The House
February 1, 2010 :: 0 commentsThe House Sunday December 7th, Bristol St House Finally got a chance to sit down. It’s been a busy shift with Jill leaving the ironing (tempted to repay favour next time she’s on after me), vacuuming, and Gary messing his bed again. Robert’s still outside. Silly bugger. I can understand why he’s upset but it’s hard enough working here without …