[homemade apple pie]

we made a homemade apple pie. this glorious terrible ruin. deep in summer when rainwater sits hot in july puddles swamped in the north west of scotland. and it is swelling like a balloon in the oven window. its light revealing the flaky pastry. this invasive, unrelenting beam. like a spaceship casting its light onContinue reading “[homemade apple pie]”

[evenings in mid-june]

evenings in mid-june coming to a close. confessions from midsomer murders hum into the whispers of nine o clock. mum is asleep on the sofa, stray hairs from her blonde fringe jump up happily to the sighs of the window gaping. forgotten to shut. apple pie left out on the side. the custard carton slicedContinue reading “[evenings in mid-june]”

[good people]

believe in tomorrow and good people with kind smiles called toby or lily and their blonde dog. place your faith in shoe polish and homemade pasta bake. take a trip to a beach with messy sand dunes and rocky shores. watch the tide come in and then, watch it go out. favour tartan. lose yourselfContinue reading “[good people]”

[describing the happiness of that morning]

that morning i sauntered  into the sun as it spilled on to the street. i skipped past the transparent blotches on the cobblestones like puddles on the table from the water jug over breakfast. i looked up. the sky was a beauty that morning. a newborn baby. flickering waves on the water. airplane clouds ahead.Continue reading “[describing the happiness of that morning]”

A really fucking boring subject, plus pecan plaits

I’ve sat down to write for the first time in a long time. With my brother’s soft old swimming hoodie on, speedo pyjama shorts sliding off my arse and a shower beckoning, I don’t look aesthetically attractive today. Yet somehow, I feel deeply sexy and full of Ruby Wax confidence. No one can smear thisContinue reading “A really fucking boring subject, plus pecan plaits”

From Sophie with love: An average ode to Bridget Jones

I’ve never understood how an actress who drunk sweet tea at rodeos in her home-state of Texas could be so in touch with me, a girl born in Rush Green hospital in Dagenham on an average Thursday. On an above average Saturday (31st Sep) I watched the third Bridget Jones film, Bridget Jones’s Baby, releasedContinue reading “From Sophie with love: An average ode to Bridget Jones”