Minded to
Last Monday I found out Asha is likely to lead Hollin. She'll be very good. I trained her. I said "makes sense", went back to my desk and worked till half nine, which I'm aware rather proves HR's point.
His notebook
Bernard writes on Sunday evenings, and after days he can't put down. What he doesn't write stays private.
Not a status report
Jonah said I look like my dad did before he died. I told him I was fine and then listed all the reasons I wasn't. He's the only person who'd point that out to my face.
A little man in a navy coat
He sent me a picture of my own bridge and I asked about the pivot. Eleven years on, same question. I'd like to say I've learned. There was a little man on the bridge in a navy coat. I've only just thought. Well. Never mind.
Waiting for a boat
In April my mother got lost walking to the post office, which she's done for fifty years. She ended up on Corder's Bridge. Where I proposed to Mira, as it happens. I ran two hundred yards and I've never been so frightened. She was drinking hot chocolate. She'd been fine, mostly, it turns out. I wasn't.
Am I a lock now?
"Am I a lock now?" She's quicker than me, even now. I've thought about it a lot since. I was treating her like a structure. She isn't one.