A year in moments #18 – the beach

Giant wisps of sand blew across the beach towards the sea, disappearing into the waves. The wind swirled in gusts, like it was dancing to a tune they couldn't hear. She ran towards the edge of the sea, laughing, and he ran after her. She stopped suddenly. 'Isn't it beautiful?' She said, the wind blowing … Continue reading A year in moments #18 – the beach

Cohabiting with a big pink saxophone

'At first it felt like a bit of a holiday. You have to work out where you're going to lock yourself down, so that's the first dilemma isn't it?' Julie had several options, and elderly family to consider, but in the end chose to lockdown with her partner at his house. They've never lived together … Continue reading Cohabiting with a big pink saxophone

The tortoise and the hare

'Lockdown is very slow,' Gemma pops up, and then ducks out of sight on the screen. 'I was furloughed for the first four weeks, and as soon as I started loving furlough life, they called me back; our systems aren't set up for working from home.' The first week was weird, she says, mainly because … Continue reading The tortoise and the hare

Lockdown dating diary

The screen flickers and I see the beams of Ruth's kitchen ceiling, and I picture her little country cottage nestled in a picture perfect Cotswold village, surrounded by rolling hills and endless green English countryside. I see a figure in a dressing gown moving about at the bottom of the screen, and a voice shouts, … Continue reading Lockdown dating diary

Love and liver failure

“I’d probably say my lockdown experience is really boring,” Natalie laughs. We’ve not spoken in nearly five years, bonded by an unforgettable induction experience when we both started a new job on the same day. Her voice and accent is exactly the same as someone I know here in Christchurch, and which is strange. I’m … Continue reading Love and liver failure

Apology languages

"I'm sorry.....But...." This drives me CRAZY. My ex-husband used to do it all the time. Apologies seemed meaningless and insincere. There was always a reason, an excuse for shitty behaviour; usually it was me. "I'm sorry. But...you know how to wind me up." "I'm sorry. But...I had a bad day at work." "That but wipes … Continue reading Apology languages

A year in moments #12 – first date with The Poet

Continued from Meeting The Poet... It was 3 months exactly since we first met, this time Friday 13th December. There were only two Fri 13ths in 2019, and we'd met on both, neither of which were planned. We were supposed to have met the Wednesday before, but I'd pushed it back to Friday because I … Continue reading A year in moments #12 – first date with The Poet