A love song

In the afternoon, we lie together in bed. My son is full of cold, but he won’t sleep. His eyes are red, but he won’t let them close. ‘No,’ he says when I ask him again. So I sing to him. A song I have sung to soothe him since he was a baby. ‘All…

Valentine’s Day letter

It’s Valentine’s Day and I feel like writing a letter to a younger version of myself, zooming back 25 years. I saw her on the tube the other day, a girl of about 14, shy and mute in among her boyfriend’s friends. She’s dressed in Jeggings and a Puffa gilet, a pair of plimsolls, and…