Mariacristina writes... Two days ago, one of my favourite colleagues at work asked me to go out for lunch to our "usual" place, Pronto – a really great Italian place I was introduced to by the Raleigh gang when the office was based in London Waterloo. She asked me how things are with George and I gave … Continue reading Day +9, by Mariacristina: Between shameful truth and hidden strength
Chicken legs and fizzing fingers
I turned to Mariacristina. "You know, cuore," I said. She raised an eyebrow, perhaps aware of the imminent musical plagiarism to which she was about to be subjected. "I would walk 500 miles..." I began. "Not with those chicken legs, you wouldn't," she replied. It was a fair point. One of the consequences of the … Continue reading Chicken legs and fizzing fingers