Courgette Flowers

It was before the children, before the mortgage, before the mornings he’d wake up with the niggling feeling that he’d missed out on something important. They ate a French restaurant on Upper Street, two – sometimes three – times a month, because babysitting wasn’t a word they used then; because money was something to spend, [...]

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On a rainy Saturday afternoon in May

Our vegetables turn heads, you see. Shopkeepers sneak a break from their rows of chocolate and crisps and cigarettes. Couples look up from their lunches and hurry outside, clutching half-eaten sandwiches. Fluorescent-jacketed workmen rest on their spades and rub dusty fingers across their eyes. There is envy, of course: ‘My artichoke took two years to [...]

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