“I’m just going to find some clean gym clothes – the purple set – and then when you leave I can go to the gym,” I say to Mum. We’re at the flat. Mum is helping me to change my bed. In fact, Mum is changing my bed and I’m sitting on the floor, watching. […]
Back at the flat. My beautiful new laundry basket sits, empty, in front of the washing machine. Red lights flash. The wash is over. Soon, will need to take the wet clothes out, place them in the basket and then hang them on the airer. Soon, but not yet. First must write this. Wish Mrs […]
“I’ve brought you a present,” my brother says, from the hall of the flat. “Oh, thank you,” I say. I’ve just woken up from my afternoon sleep and I’m sitting up in bed. That was a long sleep: three hours. The panther lies on the bed next to me, rasping my cheek with his rough […]
“Get out of bed and sort that washing out,” the panther says, breathing into my face. His breath smells of rotten meat. It’s 5.30pm and I’m trying, and failing to achieve my afternoon sleep. “I’m not doing it,” I tell him. He looks appalled and turns away from me, waving his tail. He gazes out […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 