52and39/28 Talk This Way

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I sang a solo in assembly at primary school.   I was not to sing with my accent.  I was to smooth it out, press it, make it like the ones on telly.  Stop it from being harsh, hard, common, comical and broad.  To make it more beautiful, for the song.

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My Mum taught me to use a posh voice if you needed to be taken seriously; at work, returning something to a shop, parent’s night, church and politicians.52and39

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The song was called All Alone.  Nowadays I have one voice for everything.

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52and39/26 When The Lights Change

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Relocating is an enormous hall of mirrors.  You’re a tourist and resident, a stranger and a statistic.

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It’s four years since spaces were unexpectedly available in an Edinburgh school.  I was there at 9am the next day, in the mad last hours of term.  At noon my husband found a rental house that allowed pets.

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At the last minute, everything aligned.  Just two days before, I’d pretty much written the idea off.

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I took a photo every day for a year.  It kept me hungry for finding silver linings and stories.

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