Unbolted

Tanvir Naomi Bush Uncategorized 9 Comments

I have twice been on a horse bolting from a snake. The horse bolting that is,, not me. This month felt strangely familiar; the puff adder being Dad’s illness and some of the dreadful things arising around it. The horse […]

Dirty Girl

Tanvir Naomi Bush Uncategorized 4 Comments

My flat is a tip. I am wading through teetering piles of paper, mostly study notes, bills and election leaflets. I ran out of hoover bags about..err…1998 actually and the dog has shed me a new carpet. There is stuff […]