Sofa. His Living Room. On the verge of splitting up. 2010. Him: “Ha! Like Rafiki and Simba?” Me: “Who?” Him: “From The Lion King. Rafiki, he lifts Simba, remember?” Me: “Never seen it” Jeez, I’ve never seen him more outraged since the Marks & Spencer chocolate milk debacle (to cut a long, calorie laden …
January is getting on my wick. It arrived to a soundtrack of coughing, it’s been set to a backdrop of dirty brown snow and it’s still not got to any sort of plot line. Just around the corner lies a new job, a different department, plans, holidays, trips, adventures! But at the moment I’m in …
So far 2013 has been less peachy, more phlegmy (bear with me). Whilst only a couple of weeks in, I’ve spent the past 15 days swigging cough medicine from the gooey bottle my pathetic flu weary hand is stuck to. I, as much as anyone, was full of New Year promise and readily anticipated the …