The baby’s in bed. I’m on the sofa with either my book or blog open. The boyfriend is in the kitchen, cooking up his signature dish – though he’s embarrassed to call it so. I know I have 45 minutes to an hour in which to absorb myself in words; someone else’s or my own,…
Tag: dinner
The Silent Couple
The silent couple sits shuffling in their chairs whilst the waiters bustle around. Their phones faced down, threatening to disrupt the silence. Then the vibration beckons. With a quick flip of the phone, a stolen look at the screen and an internal relief that there’s something to focus on. When the food comes shoulders relax…
A Letter to My Ex
Dear You, The summer was confusing. I missed you and you confessed you still loved me. We nearly met up to see if we could rekindle things. We didn’t meet – thank God. Being friends wasn’t going to happen, was it? At least not yet. And anyway, I was seeing someone (admittedly I wasn’t as…
Still Searching for Prince Charming 