What Does It Feel Like?

by Sophie Kinsella

He is brilliant. I don’t know what I would do without him.

Five children. Five bundles of love. And five bundles of grief.

They’ve got used to it. They can even joke about it, when they’re not crying.

Sit up, blinking, and think, I got through that. And now you just have to get through the next one.

“There’s always a cup of tea,” agrees Eve. “And sometimes there’s toast as well. Life doesn’t get much better than that, does it?”

“It’s a ridiculous brain. I just wish I had more control over it.

And right at that moment, this is her only aim in life, the only happy ending she wants. Just to keep going.