This plunge was special. I maintain never before,of my own physical volition, flown. I am an earthbound manI fell over last week. Not the most arresting sentence I’ve ever written but there’s falling over and there’s falling over. This plunge was out of the ordinary. In the first dwelling it was actually my wife who fell, or dragging me down after her. My fault for being such interesting company that,as we strolled along, arm in arm, or she didn’t notice the crater in the pavement. Down she went,anyway, and down I went after her, or apart from that I didn’t immediately drop. So afraid of falling on top of her was I that I somehow contrived to fly over her and hover momentarily mid-air before landing safely – by safely,I mean safely for her a foot beyond her. Related: effect we need literary festivals? They're an escape from Emojiland Continue reading...
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