Stories of life and people
Every workplace has a Jen. That person who makes sure the place runs smoothly. Organises stuff, knows where everything is, deals with visitors and parcels and stationery and snacks. They know how everything works and what needs to be done when. They look after everyone. They deal with the things that most people working there... Continue Reading →
Nick and I had been wandering around the city for a while. It was a hot, dusty evening and we'd just spent hours on a bumpy, stuffy minibus. Laden down with backpacks and travel-weary, we were losing hope of finding somewhere to stay. Guesthouses were either all booked up or way too expensive, and so... Continue Reading →
I met a guy once. We chit chatted a bit, and one time ended up going for a drink just the two of us, but only really because the other people who were also supposed to be going, cancelled. He was nice enough, not bad looking, but I never thought much of it. One night... Continue Reading →
When I was little, Christmas dinner was always at our house. My Mum, who's not really a lover of cooking, always ended up catering for the masses because we had the biggest house. I'm pretty sure she counted down the years when one day, it might be her turn to go somewhere else. My brother... Continue Reading →
December 2016. On the Saturday before Christmas, I'd arranged to meet James at the pub for a couple of afternoon beers before I headed to a carol thing in the park. He was going to be there with his mate Coops, who I'd met briefly once before. I remembered Coops as this fabulously funny, all-round... Continue Reading →
Me and Rich used to work together in Lincoln, although not that closely. Our interactions would be mainly light chit chat and a few laughs when I'd head over to the 'other side' (we had two offices, one on either side of the building) to mill about and catch up with people. So I didn't... Continue Reading →
"Do you fancy a day out Mum? Just the two of us? Let's go do something." She looked suspicious; it wasn't something we often did. "Maybe a walk around Clumber Park?" I picked her up in the car, and as I drove I chattered away about nothing but I had a knot in my stomach.... Continue Reading →
It's not that I don't want children, but I don't not want them either. I'm indifferent. When I was younger, I remember saying that I'd be married and having kids when I was 25. At 10, or whatever age it was, 25 seemed a long way off. I was sure I'd be adult enough then.... Continue Reading →
It was hot, dusty and noisy. Tuks tuks motored past, children ran past me laughing, animals wandered freely and horns blared constantly. I was in Delhi, browsing a stall selling scarves on one of the main streets looking like something straight out of Eay, Pray, Love. Baggy trousers, tanned skin, wrist full of cotton bracelets... Continue Reading →
