There's this sky I know
Fiona WoodSomething large and happy has unfolded in my chest, erupting in a smile that won’t quit. I can’t remember ever feeling so light-hearted. Or is my heart full? Or bursting? Not aching, that’s for sure.
Fiona WoodTag: love
My problems are like waves - just as one disappears with a snarl and a hiss there’s another shaping up to knock me down.
Fiona Wood... you cow,' Estelle added. 'I heard that.' 'Give the woman the geriatric audiology medal,' Estelle said. 'I heard that, too', her mother said, from the other side of the door.
Fiona WoodTag: insults teenagers-and-parents
Stress level: extreme. It's like she was a jar with the lid screwed on too tight, and inside the jar were pickles, angry pickles, and they were fermenting, and about to explode.
Fiona WoodFred is staying with his mother these holidays. She's living in London for six months, in Chelsea, studying Georgian underwear at the National Art Library. It's a thesis, not a fetish.
Fiona WoodTag: explanation underwear
REVISITING THE LIST
1. Kiss Estelle
Okay, at least I've met her. She thinks I'm a creep. And that's withought her knowing I've read her diaries. Unless we somehow fall over, exactly aligned, lip to lip, and gravity causes the pressure, or we find ourselves in a darkened room and through a series of Shakespearian ID muddles she thinks she's kissing someone else, I can't say how this is ever going to happen.
Tag: kiss intention improbability to-do-list
We look at each other with shy relief. It's the look two odd socks give when they recognise each other in the wild.
Fiona WoodTag: weird looks eye-contact
Guys, please, one life-changing shock at a time, I felt like saying.
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