November 2004
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Morning After
I shuffle my feet in the pharmacy queue and clock you slouching over vitamin B. I want to tell you to stand up straight and wish you’d shaved before we came.
While other mothers queue for Calpol and Caniston and poorly tummy tablets I speak in low tones to the great straight-laced. I listen as she reads me my rights, accept pills with nods, facts, shakes and dates.
She scans the shop floor...