It’s like an image from holiday brochures or a 70s tee-shirt or album cover. It’s a moment of visual perfection. Galahs. Sunset. Trees.
I loved my neighbourhood a little bit more when I recently found a public toilet “reclaimed” for Humans.
I grasped at all the clichés: It’s for the best; I’m better off without the drama; I can now get on with my life. But none of them stuck. I continued to be consumed by loss.
One of the first things I noticed was the serious style on show – old Mods don’t die, they just become sharper dressers.
Most people probably get excited by the sight of a cat, a dog or even a human when they arrive home but in the absence of anything with a pulse, I’ve found a box of wine a fine substitute.