RecipeMuncher

It’s an eerie feeling. Booking for a gown hire, imagining what a silky black cloak with blue and yellow hoods would feel like sitting on my shoulders, practising posing with a champagne glass in front of my Mother’s full-length mirrored wall. And wondering if ever the looming shadow of ‘packing and moving’ would cease to cast itself over me without any signs of fatigue, while I munch on my early dinner of chicken sausages with sour mustard accompanied by crusty toast with cheddar. Every (...)

It’s an eerie feeling. Booking for a gown hire, imagining what a silky black cloak with blue and yellow hoods would feel like sitting on my shoulders, practising posing with a champagne glass in front of my Mother’s full-length mirrored wall. And wondering if ever the looming shadow of ‘packing and moving’ would cease to cast itself over me without any signs of fatigue, while I munch on my early dinner of chicken sausages with sour mustard accompanied by crusty toast with cheddar. Every (...)