They had all been so polite, trying to soothe her through their strychnine grins whilst shifting uncomfortably in their seats and avoiding her gaze. It was for the best, they said. She was getting tired, they said. She knew, of course, that they meant getting old. They had evidently thought everything out carefully, and had… Read More SWAN SONG


“Bite you???” “Fight me!” You say potato, and all that. “I can’t do this when you fight me. It’s impossible.” I annunciate, slowly and loudly, but there is still no sign that you have any understanding of what I mean. “I can’t take your jumper off when you hold out your elbows to the side… Read More ROUTINE