Monthly Archives: September 2012

The story of a room

Posted on September 27, 2012 by gabrielablandy

Don’t believe anything you see. This is what the curator says as I enter the Whistler Room at Mottisfont Abbey – a line he repeats as more people come and go. I can hear the pleasure in his voice as … Continue reading →

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Does anyone else feel guilty when they see a police car?

Posted on September 20, 2012 by gabrielablandy

When I was seven, I told my mother I wanted a willy. It looked so much easier for my brother. On family walks, having to squat down in the grass, I would often pee all over myself, or down the back … Continue reading →

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Lost Belongings

Posted on September 10, 2012 by gabrielablandy

Dan is on the station platform, holding a woman’s handbag. He stops and looks back in the carriage. What’s that? I ask. Someone’s left it, he says. Maybe they’re in the loo, I tell him. I don’t think so. I … Continue reading →

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Moments that change us

Posted on September 6, 2012 by gabrielablandy

Something happened last week, which made me refer back to the diary I kept when Dan and I were living in Denmark, WA. It was the end of February, 2011. Dan’s mum was staying. I wrote that I was going … Continue reading →

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