Good Grief

Mum and I stood in the aisle of the too-bright warehouse supermarket, you know the one, back then it was painted in ripe-banana yellow with no-nonsense black lettering on all its signage. It was eight o’clock or something close on a Monday evening. We were both exhausted by long hours at the hospital, sitting with my dad, whom I hadn’t …

Cat-pitulation

I don’t actually like cats. I am, in point of fact, quite allergic to them.  here’s a weird thing you may never have thought about: i can tell whoever had this library book before me had at least two cats bc 1) hairs keep drifting out from the pages and 2) my allergies are worsening the longer i read this …