What happens after the funeral?

What happens after the funeral?

The day after the day before The day after my father’s funeral I collapsed on the lounge and watched three series of Scrubs. I ate when my husband brought me a sandwich and again when my little boy brought me an apple. I drank when my husband brought me a glass...
The puppy arrives and reminds me of the dog

The puppy arrives and reminds me of the dog

I got talked into getting a puppy. The last time we had a puppy, it was an Absolute Disaster there is no other way to describe it. A beagle, brought into our lives at the height of its tumult. Cancer, dementia, infertility, beagle. Anyone who knew anything about...
Flowers and grief

Flowers and grief

Tulips seem to have gone out of fashion, which is a pity because they’re my favourites. I buy a bunch of flowers every Friday with my market shopping. It’s my last stop on the way, and this final thing, a bunch of flowers pushed jauntily into my basket carries me...