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The buzzing razor is loud. A mist of salt and pepper hair floats onto my face. I stopped dyeing it years ago but when it grows beyond a certain length I start to look like my grandmother. A woman of a certain age cannot afford to look like her grandmother not if she wants …
The boundaries of my world have shrunk. I live on a hill overlooking the Mediterranean. To the south lies food, to the east the pharmacy and to the west the bank. All the essentials. What more could a girl want? Have mask, have disposable gloves, will travel. Today we’re off south to the supermarket. When …
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Today I begin the third week of lockdown. A friend has just sent me the latest meme making the rounds of the Coronaverse. It is a notice put up in a book shop window 'Please note: The post-apocalyptical fiction section has been moved to Current Affairs.' I send my friend a smiley face. Ironically I've …
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