The one after ‘not sure’ by Ian Johnson
They couldn’t have imagined it, her with her cold bits and suspicious lack of cats. She liked kids and the idea of being in the school-run set, but how do you square that circle? So she made herself known with her litter picking and her indispensable work on the Britain in Bloom organising committee, and was put on a list and met the Queen for all that, with an honorific for her handbag.
When the rainbow parade came to town and fluttered through the pedestrianised planters that crawled and coerced with splayed pink petals, the fine folk outside of their alphabet club either smugly allowed it, pranced alongside with tongued cheeks, or STFUed.
Miss Malady MBE, the Asexual at the end, handed out bottled water and showily wagged at the vast minority for trailing their leather harnesses over her chrysanthemums.
Ian Johnson is a writer, amongst other things, of this and that. The other things – Dad, runner, Head of @ncllibspeccoll, and follower of @lufc (armchair flavoured).
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