My friend Sciatica came back. Uninvited, of course. He’s a pain in the ass. Quite literally. I am going to see an osteopath/acupuncturist next week and hope for the best. Until then, Big M has sole responsibility for emptying out the dishwasher, loading the washing machine, tying my shoe laces and everything else that involves […]
The first time it hit me, I was walking down Islington’s Upper Street,
struggling under the weight of too many shopping bags, mobile phone in one hand, clutching files in the other.