The Domestic Manual

Two colleagues in Gail’s cafe in Chiswick: a young besuited man in his late twenties, and an older woman in her late 40s who seems grateful to be hanging out with him. Man: It’s the way that you do things, not what you do…the ironing, the cooking… I reckon if you wrote it down, I … Continue reading

Conversation with a stranger in a Chiswick cafe

I’ve lived in London for almost seven years, and when in public, I like to think I am so London-esque you might mistake me for being a native.  On the tube, I never look people in the eye unless I’m exchanging pursed lips and raised eyebrows with fellow Londoners knocked about by tourists.  I know … Continue reading