006 — Morning after 🍳

Breakfast, boundaries and a country churchyard, plus the terror of leaving and what comes next.

Welcome back to The Notebooks. If you missed the last, this is where we were.

If you’re coming in fresh, The Notebooks is a piece of long form writing, based on a true story, served in weekly instalments. You can read it yourself or listen to me read it in the VoiceOver.

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Song-match this piece with: All I Really Want, Alanis Morissette.

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Now re-opening The Notebooks to June 2006….

It is a truth universally ignored that a single woman in possession of a large hangover must be in want of a string of small disasters.

I checked Facebook as soon as I got back to my room. Nothing from last night yet — but I know there will be. Tags, pokes, amusing photos from the nunnery. New in-jokes from the party in Cowley that I’m not party to.

I sighed. Post-Geoff, I felt bleary and fuzzy. A one night stand like getting erased, rubbed out. Perforated, edges unclear; spilling out through holes and oozing into others. Unsure where they stop and I begin.

Out of toothpaste too and damned if I’m going to meet everyone for breakfast without brushing him off my teeth first.

Glasses on. I usually wear contacts — putting them in making me more awake, sharpening everything — but this morning I just threw on my glasses and ran out of college towards Tesco.