Coco Pinchard's Big Fat Tipsy Wedding

I spent a long time thinking in bed. It’s strange how when so much is taken from you, you start to think about the otherworldly. Adam and myself would never have entertained thoughts of angels, or said prayers when we were riding high. I put the card with the feather on my bedside table and stared at it for a long time before I fell asleep.

If only you could fix everything in life with an Allen key,

Rocco leapt up and rushed over with licks and wuffles.

Now you look like someone who is trying not to be someone, as opposed to nobody not managing to be anybody.

...I bet that Judy Garland would 'ave snapped out of it if she'd 'ad me in 'er ear and not all those poofs telling 'er she was a tragic 'eroine.

I haven’t hoovered, Meryl,” I said as Wilfred started to turbo crawl and disappeared round the back of the sofa. “It’s okay,” she said. “I want him to build up his resistance and be exposed to lots of germs. That’s one of the reasons we popped over.” Rosencrantz and I looked at each other.