I stood in the background, looking nervously at the van. ‘It’s quite small, isn’t it?’ I said to Bruce. ‘Well, it is a bit smaller than I imagined.’ He looked at me. ‘I’m sure it will be fine though,’ he said, trying to reassure me. We spent what felt like 10 hours (it was aboutContinue reading “Moving Day”
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Race against the moving clock
It’s been two and a half years since I last saw Charlie, when we ran across the Wadi Rum desert in Jordan together. I’d forgotten how calm and collected she is, and how soothing her voice is to listen to. “I would probably say our lockdown has been better than some other people have foundContinue reading “Race against the moving clock”