- My daughter Saga (4) stroked my hair and kissed my forehead when I lay on the sofa, bone-tired and with a stomach ache.
- Visiting my mum and finding she’d bought soya milk for me to have with my tea. (I haven’t had cow’s milk in a long while, and even the smell these days is enough to turn my stomach.)
- The train journey that was so quiet I could hear myself think.
- A friend and former optician fixed my glasses in my mother’s kitchen in minutes, freeing up tomorrow morning, which would have been spent fucking around getting them fixed at Specksavers.
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My name is Katie Metcalfe and I’m an English author, blogger, poet and songwriter. I have a northern fever and tend to be a bit too wyrd for most people.
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