I’m in Prague for a couple of days; in the wintry limbo between sublets, I don’t want to fall into an upheaval- induced Slough of Despond again. €8 each way on the bus, €5 a night for a bed in a (very nice) hostel in a city I’ve never been to, with no job holding…
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My German doctor has prescribed me one tablet a day- the same 40mg in the morning. I wash it down with the first sip from a large glass of water into which I then dissolve a soluble Vitamin D3 tab, a self- care hack of which I’m enormously proud. In England I took two…
New home. Fairylights, wooden floors and a high bed. Same old tits, though.
She’ll be back one day.
I flew back to England last month wheeling an almost empty suitcase behind me. With the incipient change of the season I needed to supplement my wardrobe with a coat or two, hoodies, boots with a decent tread on them for when the Siberian winds start blowing in and the cobblestones freeze over. I spent…
Sometimes it feels like everyone in Berlin is young and stylish and beautiful. That’s not the case, of course- but it’s a world city, notoriously hip and relatively wealthy, and I hang out in some of its wealthiest environs. In Mitte and Prenzlauerberg it seems the prevailing look is tall and lean and blonde,…
I’m pretty hard on my hosiery.
I don’t look into their windows and assume they don’t look into mine. What are they going to see, anyway? A medium- sized, middle- aged woman rolling off her airbed and padding into the kitchen to shake oats into a pan, eat applesauce from the jar with a spoon as the porridge plaps quietly,…