‘But I know this great place, great food. Vegetarian as well,’ she said, seeming to effortlessly regain her ease. ‘Vegetarian? You mean like salads and--’ ‘It’s sooo good,’ she exclaimed. ‘--Bread?’ ‘What?’ ‘Nothing,’ I beamed. ‘Veg...
Angela Washington loved it. She loved the mindlessness of it all. The topics unfit for human consumption that became fantastical during the day when all the kids were at school and she could stand and do the ironing whilst looking down, in her own modest and introverted way, on thos...