And then you wake up and it’s colder. You find a vest, tights, a thick dress, boots, a proper coat, feeling rather accomplished as you insulate yourself against the day. As if the day now can’t quite touch you. Only, you then find yourself traversing London and sweating on the Tube, and peeling off layers, because on the Tube it is always that sweaty, sickly, subterranean summer, and now it’s got itself all over you. As if someone misunderstood the story of how Persephone was condemned to spend half the year in the underworld, creating Winter, and so they ramped up the temperature in the underworld too.
I deserve an award (Damehood?) for all I have Not Said over the past fortnight. My husband, however, held no such truck with 'respectful silence in light of our strident Republicanism, dear' and was to be seen regularly beefing with his sister on Facebook. We were very nearly disinvited to the family lunch when he wrote 'When you've lived through Prince dying it's all a bit underwhelming tbh'. ANYWAY, onwards. And let's definitely not start talking about the coronation... 👀
Well this was bloody great.
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HA! This substack party is more fun since you’re back X
I *ALSO* assumed she'd be there for the viewing!! All waxy and pinch-nosed like Lenin.
I deserve an award (Damehood?) for all I have Not Said over the past fortnight. My husband, however, held no such truck with 'respectful silence in light of our strident Republicanism, dear' and was to be seen regularly beefing with his sister on Facebook. We were very nearly disinvited to the family lunch when he wrote 'When you've lived through Prince dying it's all a bit underwhelming tbh'. ANYWAY, onwards. And let's definitely not start talking about the coronation... 👀