The Blind Date

‘He has tattoos’ my friend Sharon announces. Without looking up I continue to crease statutory notices. ‘I think either he has been to ibiza or he’s about to go, anyway he likes to go out, he’s always out’. I pretend to ignore her, scoring hard folds, before slotting into white C5 envelopes with a window.…

Daag Masala 

‘Have you been crying?’ My Mother stares into the phone whilst contining to chop onions. I give her the hay fever excuse and then start going on about Chem Trails to deflect further questioning. They are polluting our air, it distresses me, making us sick. I sigh, I am so sick and tired of life’s…

No wine whine!

A girl like me knows that it is always Gin o’ clock somewhere in the world but as I am to take my meds three hours before bedtime the consumption of wine or any other alcoholic beverage becomes a problem. I am not a big drinker but I do like a good wine to wash…