I was as nervous as a whippet. Leaving London, leaving England, filled me with fear.
I ran to the bathroom more times than a teenage bulimic. I’m not used to all this emotion.
She said she’d visited my father’s grave and told him my news. He was, I understand, thrilled by it.
I’ve decided to stop saying goodbye, and start saying hello, instead.
I discover that doing nothing is more fun than having nothing to do
He tells me at length ‘what I should do’, which includes marrying his 48 year old niece. She’s a PE teacher, he says, guaranteeing her attractiveness.
I ask if there’s anything that connects us, the new immigrants. ‘We didn’t fit in at home?’ says Megan, in that way that makes statements sound like questions.