Experienced detachment

The face on screen is familiar, yet I've not seen or spoke to this guy in 23 years. He's not aged, I think to myself, apart from he's grown a beard. Definitely wouldn't have been able to do that at sixteen. It's not awkward though, and he starts talking. "In some ways, I think my... Continue Reading →

Birthday rollercoaster

It's Laura's birthday the day we speak, the 7th May, and she's planning a chilled day with the family. Not that she can really do much else, she tells me, being in the middle of the UK lockdown. The way Laura pronounces the words 'music' and 'avenue' remind me of my Mum, and I have... Continue Reading →

Time is priceless

Pie comes into view on the screen, a baby strapped to his front. “Long time no speak Pie, look, you’ve had another child since I saw you last! In my head your first one is only about 9-days old.” As I say that a little face pops into view, all curly hair and loud voice... Continue Reading →

A year in people #93 – Tanya

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 →

A year in people #90 – Mum

"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 →

Feral children and the Death Slide

I sometimes wonder how it is that my brother and I ended up as [fairly] normal adults, because we were pretty feral children. We lived in the middle of nowhere and were given free reign to go cause chaos in the countryside. We'd spend hours outside either in the orchard, or out and about on... Continue Reading →

A year in people #48 – Dad

I think about people who have sacrificed their passion or dreams to get a 'safe' job because they now have a child. I get it, I get having security is important. But what about passion? I was lucky enough that all my life I knew what my Dad did for a living was his passion... Continue Reading →

The Christmas Treasure Hunt

One year, when I was quite small, my Dad told me and my brother to look in the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. I wasn't quite sure what we were looking for, but we eventually found a white piece of paper with our names on hidden in the tree. Opening it up revealed a clue.... Continue Reading →

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