My poor battered digestive system has sensed we’re going on A Day Trip and is protesting. “Come on, let’s get going,” my brother says. Our train leaves in an hour, it’s a five minute taxi ride to the station so we need to leave Right Now so we can be forty five minutes early. […]
Wednesday morning’s activities: 1. Gym: kettlebell swings, lat pulldowns, chest weights, triceps and biceps, chest dumbells on ball, exercise bike. 2. Three course breakfast: Shakshuka, salads, watermelon. 3. Move some of the more-nearly-dry pairs of pants from the washing line above the bath to the sunny windowsill, so the wetter pairs can spread out a […]
“I’ll meet you down there,” I say to brother. “Five minutes.” We’re off to the safari park. Shutting my door, I burst into tears. All day yesterday I didn’t get a message from Seb and when I wake up this morning: still no message. Drying my eyes, I go through to the lounge. “You OK?” […]
“Argh, overslept,” I say to brother at 8am this morning as I make a quick pre-gym coffee. “You were up in the night,” brother says. “I heard your meditation thing.” “Sorry,” I say, squeezing toothpaste onto my toothbrush. Sunburn woke me in the night and had to run my Body Scan again to get back […]
“I’ve been walking in the rain just to get wet on purpose…I’ve been getting away with it all my life…” The strains of Getting Away With It escape from my phone. Now this truly is amazing: Absolute Radio 90s works in Abroad. Was just feeling a little bit lonely – the others are at the […]
“I’m going to take my suitcase out and put it on the floor,” I say to Mum on the phone this morning. “Don’t make the mistake of packing though,” Mum says. “I’ve done that in the past, and you just forget what you’ve packed. Tell you what: why don’t you set your clothes out on […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 