There was a girl in my sister's year in school who always had a ponytail with the same piece of hair out of place. It used to annoy me. A lot actually. I still think about it sometimes now. She followed uniform regulations by tying it up, but always had this twisted looking piece of… Continue reading Was it Rebellion?
My alarm buzzes at 5.25am. It takes a few minutes to rouse from my slumber, but it’s not a dread I wake up with, more anticipation. I get out of bed, quietly, trying not to wake my sleeping husband. I go to the loo, have a quick swill of mouthwash then retrieve yesterday’s clothes that… Continue reading It’s 5.28, who is awake?