The Last List of Mabel Beaumont

by Laura Pearson

It’s funny. When you’re choosing who to spend your life with, you don’t think about how you’ll both feel in your eighties. Whether one of you will be ready to sit and wait for the end while the other one’s keen to cram in as much living as possible.

There have been pockets of happiness, there has been laughter and a certain kind of love. Raging bliss isn’t the only thing that’s real.