“They’re offering me a job in the US,” he said. My wanderlust choir harmonised in the background. And so began our jarringly brief consideration of the pros and cons of an international move. We have never been ones to allow the dust to settle on us, and we were in the seventh house, in the […]
They appear, carrying your fragile heart in their hands. Shlurrpff, off the breast. “I do myself”; an experiment in feeding. Mismatched clothes, and shoes on the wrong feet. Backpack on and away to school. Friends and teams. Is that my car? Silence.