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

Happy Summer

Do you ever feel like you are doing life wrong? Like you should be doing loads of stuff, but instead you are quietly just doing you? July started with a much-anticipated trip to Barry in South Wales. There to perform an extract of my work for Folding Rock magazine, I took the chance to catch…