Tag: writing
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The Christmas Hospital Pick-Up
Arriving your sphincter tightens, being where mother died and her abuser lives on. But then there is the cancer. Helping your sibling with her father’s hospital regime, whilst often wishing him dead instead of her, conflicts your innards, tying you in knots. The semi with magnolia and incongruous diamond-leaded windows looks the same and yet…
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Lockdown Madness
Lockdown the third, was into its twelfth week. The cold, dark days of winter presenting a different challenge than the novelty of the first ‘stay at home’ curfew the previous spring. I had a message from the mother of my children. Our youngest son was in crisis. His psychotic, cannabis induced, episodes of eight years…
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Brexit – Exit
It was one of Grant’s mates who invited me along to the meeting. Suzie and I were mildly ‘Brexity’ but not that bothered really. We had voted for it in the referendum. Without really talking that much about it, I think that we had both got so fed up with politics and all politicians, that…
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Scent Marking
The first time I spoke to my neighbour was in the first lockdown of the Covid years. I’d been out with Nigel. Seagulls’ screeching ricocheted off the ridge of every roof as I turned off the seafront into the narrow pedestrian streets that wound back into the old town. They were constant, but bloody loud…
Winchester Words 