On things that are allowed to live on shelves
My mother admired the swan and asked if it came from the gallery in Petworth. It did not. On the things we display, the things we hide, and Charlie’s case for Leda The Swan by huxi.
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I have drafted four replies.
An email arrived on Tuesday at 09:12, which is the time reserved for things drafted the night before.
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Several of you have written.
Correspondence can now arrive. Has, in fact, arrived. Three people have written. None of them, I note, about the products.
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I bought Sarah an egg.
On buying a friend a Kur’s Egg, the lie that lets a gift be given, and the one-word text that said everything back.
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I have begun to assess walls.
On a profile in the Marina, the wall that was paler in Devon, and the question of which wall, exactly, is mine.
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He has gone to Halfords. I waited. She did not elaborate.
On a friend marking GCSE papers with her shoes still on, a husband who has gone to Halfords, and a bar that is, I now understand, low.
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Sarah is taking charge.
On brunch with a friend in a clinic era, a prescription named twice in twelve minutes, and the small object on the bedside table.
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I have agreed to do something. I am not going to correct anyone about how it went.
On being given a brief, opening a notebook, crossing out a word, and accepting a great deal of credit for work I did not do.
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In defence of a warm egg.
On Kur's Egg, and on the small reliable pleasure of holding something warm in your hand before anything else has happened.
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Everything got more expensive.
A receipt, a shopping list, the rent. And One Hot Bunny, which still costs forty-seven pounds.
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I took a week off.
A hotel, a wellness schedule, a fountain pen I never used. The rest of it is here.
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Suction is having a moment. I have declined most of it.
Most of the suction in my life is happening to vegetables. I have made my peace with one exception.
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I don't have opinions about products. I have observations.
From the critic's desk. Build, material, sound, weight. The four things I notice before anything else.
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Quiet luxury starts at four hundred pounds for a jumper.
Two jumpers, one tag. The economics of restraint and the receipts that follow.
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I learned what edging is.
A Thursday. A clock at 10:45. The rest of the afternoon, in summary.
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I don't do wellness. I also haven't slept properly in three months.
Filed from the kitchen counter. Mostly observational. Slightly aggrieved.
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So it turns out using a vibrator together is actually good for your relationship.
Two of everything on the bedside table. The piece that started this.
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