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  • The Breakdown

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    It was meant as nothing more than chit-chat. A question asked in an elevator to break the silence for the 30 seconds it took to make it to the gym for physiotherapy. ‘What do you do for work?’ I felt the now-familiar wobble when the topic came up. A churning in my stomach. A stab […]

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  • The Trump Lump

    Vicki was the first of the Musketeers to make the great escape. She wouldn’t have had it any other way. Her bag was packed from the moment her anaesthetic wore off. There was a class of 7-year-olds and a whole community of former-7-year-olds who missed her. That was motivation enough to get her fully dressed […]

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  • I Like to Move It, Move It

    I’ve always been mystified by super fit people; all of those crazy sporty types who run marathons, have 50 burpees done before breakfast and whose Instagram feeds are a collection of sweaty selfies and announcements of PBs. I didn’t get it. Why in the name of God would someone waste their Sunday running a 10k […]

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  • The Misfit Musketeers

    ‘Girls!’ A call of joy comes from the far side of the blue curtain. The attention of everyone in the room turns towards Vicky’s cubicle for some morsel of good news. She does not disappoint. ‘I can feel my fanny!’ A cheer goes up. Now, there are very few women in my life that I’ve […]