Remembrance Sunday has come round again. I’ve already managed to spectacularly decapitate my first poppy while putting on my coat, so I’m saving my new one for church this morning. One of my Spanish coursemates asked about my poppy (this was before it fell apart, as I knew it would), and refused to believe our…
It was a quiet reopening at the start of term, but sometimes those are the best opportunities to actually chat. A bit of table football and Wii, leftover mince pies, and the happy jokes and comfortable banter that come with shared experience and the security of consistent friendship. All with the familiar background battle over whose phone pumps Afghani music – just a…
The faint solitary strains of the King’s College ‘Once in Royal’ solo mark, without fail, the start of Christmas. This year it’s me, mum and my great uncle, with the radio on full blast so that he can hear it from his bed on the other side of the room.A new and inharmonious carol jars…
“Hi Emily, this is Hyun-Jin from South Korea. Do you remember me still? I was really good friends with you… and I really want to contact with you…” So the voicemail started. It was an ordinary day and she was the last person I’d expected to call. Remember her still? Of course I remember…
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