The Girl Beyond the Gate

by Becca Day

Just enough time to bung a pasta bake into the microwave

Wtf is bung

it’s just clouded by little sleep and my need for a fry-up. Damn it, should have seen if he fancied making one.

Going to ask Geoff for a fry-up Sunday morning

My niggles about Jodie may be completely unfounded.

Forget it’s a British English POV sometimes until words like “niggles” come around

I thought to do research at work on things that even I can’t blag are part of my remit.

Basically a different language

If someone had said to me at the beginning of this week that I was going to be heading to Heidi Downhurst’s place twice in one week I’d have told them to jog on, but here we are.

I want to start using “jog on”

The thing with grief, I’ve discovered, is that there is a time limit to how long you’re allowed to grieve.

According to others but you go on, just alone

bagsied

Wtf