Middle aged: How did I get here?
I found the box of photographs in the cupboard beneath the stairs. I wasn’t looking for them. I was looking for a screwdriver. But there they were, wedged behind some Christmas decorations and a broken vacuum cleaner, in a shoebox that had once held a pair of trainers I bought in 1998. I sat on… Sigue leyendo "Middle aged: How did I get here?