Returning through Central Station on Saturday afternoon, heading home after an 11-mile walk with a group of women I’d met through Facebook, I was stopped short by the sound of a piano. Public pianos have become a feature of stations and shopping malls, an invitation to contribute to street life…
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Typhoid Mary on the beach
On the first day of my first post-COVID holiday, on a Greek island, I got the post-COVID ‘super cold’. I’d booked the trip nine months earlier, and it was to be my first overseas trip in over two years, my second beach holiday ever. I did not grow up with…
Bubble bath
Wandering through a community fete, held in a small, locally tended garden in the more middle-class zone of my very mixed neighbourhood, I spotted a boy standing behind a little table. To my child-free eyes, he could’ve been anywhere from eight to fourteen. On the table—his wares, I assumed—were a…