![]() A living space, in all senses of the word. I liked the way the wily creatures who lived in these elemental dwelling places made ingenious use of the things around them: acorn cupules for bowls, pinecones to grate nutmeg, harebells as caps in the rain. I was deeply impressed by the cheerful dens I came across in folk tales and adventure stories, and invariably pictured myself in just such an abode. As a child, whenever I dared imagine myself as an adult, I always envisaged living on my own. I live alone and have done for many years and it doesn’t feel strange to me at all. After I’d finished recounting a couple of stories about them and the funny things they say, my ex said, “It’s strange, isn’t it, the way you’re not really interested in all that.” “Strange for who?” I said back, and he laughed, that slow luxuriant laugh that I occasionally still find attractive and irritating. I told him about the daughters of two friends of mine, one of the girls is three, the other just turned four. Recently, just after Christmas, I had a fairly pleasant conversation on the phone with someone I used to be in a relationship with. ![]()
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