I sat on a warm iron chair, designed for humans with smaller frames than mine. The horizontal strips of metal pressed into my dripping legs as gravity called the swimming pool water and it fell to meet the ground below me. I was watching her in the water. It was warm and she was happy. The image of her reminded me of my mother – … Continue reading Water

Happy Endings.

I have never taken myself on holiday in a way that people imagine when one says, ā€œIā€™m taking time for a holiday.ā€ My holidays are normal work days interspersed with me telling myself that it is ok to take time off to paint my nails, do my hair or simply sit down at 12 mid-day have a glass of wine and watch Netflix until bedtime … Continue reading Happy Endings.