I remember another of my mother’s boyfriends. I don’t remember his real name but we called him Prune. He had a face like one. He also had all these war relics hung up on the walls of his home. German helmets and knives and stuff. When he got drunk he…
Month: July 2019
I remember in my thirties
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Little tiny human
I remember feeling that it couldn’t be happening. I just didn’t have the energy. I was going in for an emergency Cesarean and I’d had the pre-med. It felt like I was about to climb mount Everest but had not taken on board the seriousness of the task and got…
I remember as a child
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Hiding
I remember when we used to turn all the lights out and watch out of the window. We were waiting to see if Robin was drunk. If he could walk straight. He’d been at work you see. Only he hadn’t. He’d been in the pub all day. Mum had found…
I remember as a child
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The ovens
I remember when we were living in the pizzeria in Andorra and the massive gas oven blew up in the kitchen. I just remember the almighty bang and have an idea of Neil shuffling me and sis into a bedroom, out of the way. This was nothing new, he liked…