Lost in time

My books need changing at the library, but that would mean putting on a proper bra. We have tickets for an afternoon concert … but that would mean putting on a proper bra. Calendars have been abandoned. Without the mid-afternoon spiteful squeeze of an underwire, I barely know what time it is

What are you wearing?

My bedroom is a mess. I don’t mean it’s a bit untidy. I mean it looks like I’ve become a teenager or been burgled. Drawers stand open, their contents spilling to the floor. Piles of clothes lie discarded on the carpet, next to damp towels. The bed is unmade and on closer inspection, it looks…