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Say, ‘cheese’
I don’t. Say, ‘cheese.’ I ask people to say, ‘sausages,’ if I’m taking a posed picture. It makes them giggle, look at each other, appear more interesting. I prefer people pictures when they’re odd, casual, quirky. Catching an elusive moment. … Continue reading
Who was Sylvia?
The acrid scent of turmeric prickles tourist noses, where once sooty coal smoke settled in workers’ lungs. Grey clouds loom over lofty moors, threatening afternoon rain. People mill through the lunching hours, questing quinoa, gorging on gluten-free cakes. Hebden Bridge. … Continue reading
Supermodel, with Balls
It was raining. Hard. Long-unused umbrellas opened like reluctant flowers, showering hurrying heads with dust and desiccated spiders. My new friends had driven me into Haworth for the evening from the refurbished cotton mill where I was staying. Nestled between … Continue reading
Limbo
Here I am. Sitting at my desk. Anxious. Waiting. Again. After last week’s tense, stressful wait for the prof’s immigration status to be legalised when his first visa reached its end date. (Normally done without too much hassle by contacting … Continue reading
Posted in Thinking, or ranting, or both
Tagged anxiety, communication, dollars, hassles, invoices, kwacha, pounds, ranting, stress, visas, Zambia
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