Suddenly, living with her wanking boyfriend didn't seem such a bad thing..

Wake half -hour early, for eldest son to rally; neither of us are larks. Bake the baguette he’ll eat for lunch, having remembered to remove tikka from freezer the night before.

When I get home I am too tired to think, too tired to be patient, too tired to notice whether you kiss me or not.

I'm allergic to the medication so I have to ride out an attack.

something... or nothing...

A piece of whimsy

One of my early experiments in story design.