James and all his penises

Recently, I met up with my friend, Ruth, for the first time in ages. Ruth is a legend – a bit unreliable but infinitely supportive and compassionate, and hilarious. We met when I was her supervisor, several years ago.  Recently, she said “being friends with you is like the bit in the Wizard of Oz,…

The emotional portcullis

I’ve been terribly unhappy for a few days. I was fine one day, then the next I felt really bad. I’m OK when I’m with other people, but on my own, I can’t stop crying. It’s hard to get out of bed. I’ve had two epiphanies and one bit of bad news. Bad News On…

The worst day of my life

9th February 2012 was the worst day of my life. It was about 8:30 in the morning. I had just got out of the shower. I had a towel around me. It was a bit cold in my flat, so I had got into the habit of putting my dressing gown on over the towel,…

Modern Death is Rubbish

This week it would’ve been my ex-boyfriend’s birthday. As you can see by my use of ‘would’ve’, he’s no longer with us – he died in a fire in 2012. I thought I would write a post about the challenges and dilemmas of having a late ex-partner in the 2010s – what it’s like to be…