Sunday Girl

Listening to Blondie blaring through the walls, (agony with a migraine), I remember the letter mistakenly delivered to my house last weekend for my perpetually noisy neighbours. Finding out their surname is Savage was oddly satisfying, given their propensity for uncouth behaviour.

Home

After a long day, I walk into my darkened living room to be greeting by the warm, sensual smell of pink lilies, and a blinking, grey, tabby cat.

Analogy

In conversation with a London circus performer, it is explained to me that static trapeze is the ‘classical music of circus arts’, whilst aerial silks and aerial hoop ‘are your jazz’. To be a good performer, you need to know the foundations and principles of your art, thus, building a static trapeze repertoire is essential. I can’t decide if he is being pretentious or if he has a point, but the analogy makes me smile regardless.

Cheese

In the dove grey sky, uplit by the setting sun, a jet climbs to twenty-five thousand feet. In its wake, a bright, white crescent streaks heavenward; half a smile on the evening sky.

Exhibitionist

Determined to get to work on time, I rush out the front door and run to the station after a hasty pee. After fighting my way through a swarm of ignorant grammar school children (Yo! Hugo, wait up!), I sprint up the platform and jump onto the fast train. I bag the last seat in the carriage and sit there panting and sweating from the effort, but pleased to have caught the train. As my heaving chest subsides, I look down to see my trousers gaping open, a button and the zip completely undone, my see-through, black and white, zebra print thong entirely visible to anyone who cares to look down. Embarrassed, I hastily pull the zip up, but can’t help chuckling to myself as well.

Breakfast

As I shuffle my way off a packed train, my colleague calls. I assume his journey to work has been as painful as my own, and answer with a groan. But I am wrong, he's calling from outside the caff to ask if I want a bacon sandwich. 'Brown bread and brown sauce. That's easy to remember.' he says in response to my delighted acceptance. When I arrive at my desk, the sarnie is waiting. I make us all a cup of tea. 'Nice tea.' says my colleague. 'Nice sarnie.' I reply, and we grin at each other.

Steamy

Emerging from the station, I become aware of of a rumble. The rumble grows and grows, a mechanical eruption signalling, what? A jumbo jet? An apocalypse? Slowly, so slowly, an enormous steam traction engine crawls into view. Pedestrians stop and stare, fingers in ears, as the black behemoth crawls down the high street, dragging a shabby white caravan behind it, and followed by a long string of dwarfed motor cars.