The Marriage Certificate

'Fuck off and don’t come back!’ I think that’s what she shouted.  Or is it 'don’t come back and fuck off’?  Whichever it was, she bellows it each morning. At lunchtime, always at 1pm precisely, she stands in front of my window, crazed, and yapping some undecipherable rubbish.  Today, and for the past couple months, … Continue reading The Marriage Certificate