Diary of a Separation (summer, sounds and smells)
2 min readJan 17, 2019
Wednesday 8th August
The first words I uttered today were: “I spoke to your colleague yesterday about my printer’s cartridge”. That was past lunchtime on Caledonian Road, north London.
There were no sounds in the house today except for John Humphry’s belligerent voice on Radio 4, verbally castigating yet another politician who, naively and…
