• be a blossom tree

    What if I’m a blossom tree? That’s the thought that keeps returning to me lately, as the roadsides light up like impossible pastel fireworks on the way down into the village; as Rory works out his notice and our entire financial future rests in my sleepy, distractible hands. Destined to bloom brightly then fade in a flurry of

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  • Farewell, Ms Fisher

    credit I didn’t know Carrie Fisher. It seems redundant to say that, really, but I’ve noticed a trend in recent months for some mouthy trolling type to pipe up whenever someone expresses sorrow at the passing of a fellow human. “Did you know her personally?” Like the only people who matter are those we’re best

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  • ‘forever’ jewellery

    I have this theory that you can tell a whole lot about a person by the sentimental jewellery they wear. Fashion pieces are one thing, but the charms and trinkets we choose to wear close day after day tend to hold a little more significance. Just as wedding bands and engagement rings are rich with meaning and symbolism, so too

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  • a day in May

    These are the days that we came here for. When the sun warms our bedroom at the top of the house while the dawn chorus works itself up to an orchestral cacophony. And we dig out the sun cream from the dusty recess of the bathroom cabinet, noting the changes to tiny pudgy hands and

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