It’s not often that I spend a full day with my ‘firstborn’, as we sometimes call the dog. Woodland walks and pootles around our local parks are typically enjoyed with…
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It’s the fifth of February. I’m laying on my back, thighs parted and held apart. And I am trying to steady my breathing; I feel as though my lungs are…
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I am pregnant. The baby is three weeks and four days old and smaller than a full stop at the end of a sentence. It is such early days; it was…
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Tuesday, CD5. On the table, I think about the meat under my skin; the yellow blubber into which I’ve pressed the needles, the throb of arteries and swoosh of blood…
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I’ve been calling it my Thirties Eve. Birthdays don’t tend to hit me hard. Sixteen was interesting; my headteacher at the time gave me a card that said a more…