Just something I found myself needing to write as I rode the train home. I suppose if it’s about anyone, it’s about my wife. She’s brunette, but I couldn’t not use the first line.
Her hair, well, you’d call it red but it’s orange, like a blonde under a sodium lamp. The walls around her, blue as the sky lit halogen white. In reflections sometimes things are clearer, filtered to their essentials by the ghost-dark. In childhood she had been cute, freckled and tomboyish; as a young woman, a raving beauty. She still astonished him now, as the dew evaporated in time’s clear afternoon from her radiant skin, and lines raced across her face to draw every thought she’s had in her life.
Look how long it's been! Eep. Okay, so what's happened? Well, E has had her first birthday! Yes, it has been a year since she was born, and she's been lovely ever since. Just lovely. Okay, a pain from time to time, but not to the point where she is…
wanna be ending something It's been a week since one of the most famous men on the planet dropped dead and have I blogged? No. I have other things to do, you know. Not really. I forgot. Hello! Do you want me to talk about my baby again? Oh, i…
Officially a bit terrified Yes, so, Twitter. Fun! One of those short-lived obsessions for me, probably. I get those. But who knows? I still blog. But it's the weirdness of having actual, factual famous people on there, all chatting away like they're normal. Which, of course, they are. But still! …