Mother is crying by the window.

Mother is sitting in a chair by the window.  ‘I’ve been crying,’ she says. ‘Why?’   ‘I thought you weren’t coming.’ ‘I always come on Fridays.’ ‘Is today Friday?’ I nod.  ‘Oh. Are you late?’ ‘I’m on time.’  She raises her eyebrows.  ‘The doctor was here just now.’   ‘What did he say?’ Can sheContinue reading “Mother is crying by the window.”

I want to be Lord Frost’s Brexit Svengali

I’m going to apply for the job as the head of the new Brexit Unit. That’s right, I want to be Lord Frost’s Brexit Svengali. I have no idea what Brexit is about but then neither does Boris Johnson, and Lord Frost, who we all thought was meant to be the expert, seems to have run outContinue reading “I want to be Lord Frost’s Brexit Svengali”

I’ve made a mistake and gone for a walk in the country

My body crumples onto the grass, exhausted. I lay my head down on the damp hillside, jowls folding onto the wet earth like omelettes from a pan. The soil licks its lips and kisses my left cheek. It’s wet and cold like a dog’s nose, but it’s not unpleasant. I lie still. I know, atContinue reading “I’ve made a mistake and gone for a walk in the country”