The doctor’s talking and I’m trying to focus, but the painting on the wall behind her is driving me mad.
‘We no longer use the term, “nervous breakdown”,’ she says.
For a birth, Neile’s is surprisingly easy. Even the doctors say so. At first the contractions are painful, blindingly so. I claw at my skin in silent agony.
Not many people know this, but the sun is also a star. Not to be a Debbie Downer but in about four billion years from now it will overheat like a dodgy boiler, sucking up the sea and turning us all into burnt chips.
School but every time the bell rings someone kisses you.
Sports but you can participate even if you’re bad.
During the latter part of the reign of King Christian the Ninth, there lived at Holl in the Tunga District a farmer named Brandur. By the time the events narrated here transpired, Brandur had grown prosperous and very old — old in years and old in ways.
“One Two Three Four!”
They tear into the song, furiously attacking the track, tightly embracing the slight acceleration in tempo that live performance always seems to bring to the piece.