Working from home with the windows open – the sound of the traffic and roadworks outside patchworks the air. The coffee in my mug tastes a little bitter but the prospect of the weekend ahead is making me smile – a wedding, friends, visitors.

There is a beautiful woman on the Tube, her dreadlocks wrapped up high on her head in a purple scarf and her face seems to shine. The gloss on her lips is a thick fruity sheen and her cheap gold rings and bracelets gleam.

There is the news that my friend, Katie, is an auntie – a new baby born safe and well.

On Wednesday I see Dad at Kings Cross before his meeting. I cycle off and even though I am in my twenties I know that he is watching me at the four sets of traffic lights and blurring buses. I turn and see his arm wave above the far-off crowd.


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