11th May 2011
And the night after the frustrations, there is a clarity, like the first bite of a lemon cake or a gin and tonic, slipped down the neck.
There is space for the first time in a long time.
I am hair-washed, sitting in a house clean and dusted, with the stillness of an orange dusk glowing outside and the girl asleep upstairs.
She has learnt to suck her thumb, and now for the first time, there are no squeals – just light snores.
It makes a difference, this space.
I can feel my heartbeat has already slowed.
elisabeth pike 