Trouble

It's too much to be forgiven when all you want is to be blamed.

Of the seminal moments in my life, Careers Day in the autumn of Year 5 is my favorite. Everyone had to dress as whatever they wanted to be once they grew up. I had gone in a tweed jacket and a bow tie, and when Miss Weston asked me what I wanted to be, I told her that I wanted to be the Doctor. 'Shouldn't you be wearing a lab coat and stethoscope like Paul?' She pointed to Paul Black, who was trying to strangle everyone with the stethoscope in question. Before I could answer, a boy I didn't know from the other class spoke up. 'Paul's *a* doctor,' he explained, giving me a look of approval. 'He wants to be *the* Doctor.' 'Who?' 'Exactly,' we said at the same time, relieved that she understood. She didn't. We were sent to the quiet table to reflect on why cheeking teachers was wrong.

You can't lose someone who was never there in the first place.

For my mum, to whom I'd turn in a heartbeat.

Dear Mr and Mrs Lam, There are no words. Thinking of you - always thinking of Chris. I think you should know this. Ty

There are some things it is best not to repeat. I think I heard most of them in that antenatal class.

He's beautiful. Not specifically to look at, but to be with.