“Turn out the lights, and close the door.” I was once asked – can’t remember by who now – what exactly is a vintage fair, as opposed to an antiques one? And to be honest, I struggled to form an answer. Vintage seems to be one of those things that’s morphed into including all pre-ownedContinue reading “Vintage”
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boobs
part two By the age of forty I’d had breast cancer twice, and a generous helping of the side dishes that came with it. I felt I’d done enough to appease the gods of unlucky statistics, and would live the rest of my life in boring equilibrium. Ha! Once again, the hand of shite reachedContinue reading “boobs”
boobs
part one One morning mum suggested we go and buy a bra, for me. I hadn’t noticed I needed one, but when I looked through my white nylon school shirt, I could certainly see her point. Or two. It was a short bus ride to Cox’s, the local ladieswear shop, where Mrs Cox showed meContinue reading “boobs”
a horse, a husband, and cancer 