Lavender – A Short Story

The first perfume has no bottle, no receipt or shopping basket. The very first perfume is made from crushed Lavender leaves, pulled from a neighbour’s front garden on a Saturday morning before the word ‘Lavender’ has even entered our vocabulary. We pull the leaves and the tiny, dusky-purple buds and hold them both in our… Continue reading Lavender – A Short Story

A Golden Afternoon at Portobello Market

I bought a gold watch that doesn’t tell the time. ‘Fifteen pounds’ a tiny lady with kind eyes beamed from behind her stall of treasure and trash combined. She wrapped the golden band around my wrist. ‘But for you, today, just ten pounds’. The little watch face seemed to look up at me. How could… Continue reading A Golden Afternoon at Portobello Market

Chasing Away the Sunday Blues

The Sunday blues are very real. As if the 5:2 weekday to weekend ratio wasn’t insulting enough, a large proportion of Sunday is spent in this blue state. Not sky fluffy-cloud blue, but a darker blue like the colour of the Microsoft Teams icon on a Monday morning. In an attempt to not succumb to… Continue reading Chasing Away the Sunday Blues