Dear Lucy, I recently brought a typewriter, a big ugly (but beautiful) electric one from the 80s. I just loved the idea of seeing the mark being made on the paper as I typed – touchable, inky, noisy. I could see myself smacking the paper with letters, words and wonder. Turns out it has a dickyContinue reading “Typewriter”
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Sneeze (aka Sabbatical)
Dear Lucy, The other day, after a particularly violent sneeze, I came crashing to the ground in a big pile of nuts, bolts, coils, and all manner of metal workings. The sneeze was loud, yes, but it had been drowned out by the heavy thud of all my parts bouncing and clanking against each otherContinue reading “Sneeze (aka Sabbatical)”
Microwave Masterchef
Dear Lucy, The other day I was preparing my dinner – a ready meal of Thai Green Curry – and guess who was there in my kitchen, judging my every move? Yes! John and Greg from MasterChef. I felt nervous under their critical gaze, but think I did myself proud. Greg was impressed – forContinue reading “Microwave Masterchef”
Purple Sock
Dear Lucy, I can’t find my husband. I’ve looked everywhere you can imagine. As you know, it’s not like me to lose something. I did find something whilst looking though. A purple sock. It was in a duvet cover, rammed right into the corner. After the initial excitement of finding it, it made me want to cry. SomehowContinue reading “Purple Sock”
Scarf vs Shoes
Dear Lucy, The other day on the tube, I caught a man staring at the scarf wrapped around my neck. So I immediately I started staring back – at his shoes, neatly wrapped around his feet. I soon regretted choosing his shoes as it meant I would have to break my stare to check if heContinue reading “Scarf vs Shoes”
Matthew downgraded
Dear Lucy, I heard in the news recently that (Hurricane) Matthew had been “downgraded to a Cyclone and went out to sea.” I remember Matthew when he was just a light breeze. He’d always dreamed of being a Hurricane. He was called Matthew, not a name he would have chosen. He wanted to be calledContinue reading “Matthew downgraded”
Bell Bottom Clive
Dear Lucy, A lump comes to my throat when I think of Bell Bottom Clive. A more unfortunate boy, I have never known. He was ginger, the particularly unkind kind. Bright red and wiry, kinking stiffly about his face. Ginger hair is cool now for boys thanks to Harry (Prince) and Sheeran (Ed), but itContinue reading “Bell Bottom Clive”
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