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Sophie Trevelean

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Bigger than the whole sky

Weekly Contest #286

trigger warning: loss and grievingWe pulled up outside my parent’s farmhouse and grabbed George’s bag which was busting full of toys. You would think he was going for three days, not three hours. As we approached the front door, George suddenly had a barrage of questions.‘I cannot wait to play Lego Star Wars with Granny.’ ‘I know I’m sure you’ll have a lovely time.’‘Where is it you’re going again?’‘We’re going to a church service for Emmerson’s mum.’‘Will Emerson be there?’‘Yes I’m sure he will be and I’m sure his big sister will b...

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It's just the beginning it's not the end

Weekly Contest #285

It’s amazing, isn’t it? The power of music. It can take you back to an exact place, feeling, situation in a second. And that’s exactly what this song did:I thought that we would just be friends (Oh yeah)Things will never be the same againIt's just the beginning it's not the end (We've only just begun)Things will never be the same againThings will never be the same again, Melanie C, northern star album, 1999I remember sitting in the front of Dad’s burgundy volvo driving the 250 miles from North Cornwall to Gatwick Airport at a ridiculously ea...

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My messy place

Weekly Contest #285

I’d been in a relationship with Paul for two years and as it was going well, we really did like each other and we wanted to be in the same place most of the time. Living between two great cities has been exciting at first. It was that element of having the best bits of both worlds: enjoying our own space during the week but then the excitement of all the fun you would have together at the weekends in either city.But getting on a train from Oxford to London or vice versa late on a Sunday night only to have the train cancelled and a bus replac...

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A child is born

Weekly Contest #284

A child is born'Morning bun. Happy New Year.''Mawniiing. Happy New Year.''Is someone in pain?''Why are you smiling when you say that? No, actually, yes, I'm in a great deal of pain.''Do you think it was the ‘just one for the road’ glass of Glenfiddich or the 'just one for the road' ten pints you’d had before that?''Stoooopppp!' Eddie managed a pained chuckle.'Cuppa and Nurofen my darling?''Yes please, Matron.'I wasn’t feeling my best but managed to channel my inner trooper, find my knickers and my nightgown to throw on before heading down th...

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Weasel face

My husband is upstairs enjoying a lie in, and my son is in his bedroom playing happily with one of the many boxes of Star Wars Lego he received for his birthday and Christmas, only three days apart. My nine-month-old labrador retriever, Jonathan, the apple of my eye, is lying down across my feet clearly relieved that we’re once again united under one roof. I have to admit I am relieved to be finally home. I make my second cup of PG tips and look out the living room windows down past the wee- stained garden (thanks Jonathan) and towards ...

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History repeating

Weekly Contest #277

There is something so hypnotic about stirring a huge pot of beef chilli. I always love to add a secret ingredient a work colleague shared with me years ago. 'My boyfriend Alex adds a chunky cube of dark chocolate for flavour and it's a game changer.' Not sure its a game changer but there is a richness it certainly adds, and I love serving with fresh coriander, rice and a huge dollop of sour cream. Mwah!I find it so satisfying after a day of work sat at a desk at home to cook for my family. I enjoy everything about the process from visiting t...

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chewing the fat

Weekly Contest #276

‘Morning honey’ ‘Oh, Morning boys’ I said to my gym buddies, Richard, Mark and Alan. All three chaps were retired and the fittest looking septuagenarians I had ever seen. Seriously athletic.After the school run, I love nothing more than going to my local council-run gym, the 'Better gym'. What a great name. It definitely does what it says on the tin as my dad likes to say. It felt like such a release getting back into the gym after years of disjointed exercise that comes with having a baby and not putting yourself first, but I was ...

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Mum friend

Weekly Contest #276

I clearly remember the first time I met Helen.I'd been completely out of breath, tongue almost hanging out like a Labrador Retriever trying to sweat, while walking up the three flights of stairs to the room of doom. Who puts an antenatal class on the third floor? Tell me who? And also get your lift fixed!! Even my seven-month-old bump looked like he wanted to make an early exit. I'd picked up my husband, Kieron at Stonegate train station near our home in Ticehurst and we had driven the fifteen miles to Tunbridge Wells for an evening of chat ...

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Always look on the bright side of life

28 December, 1991Burscott Farm, CornwallDear Aunty Pat (Or should I say ‘Fat Pat’ as Dad refers to you, but I didn’t say that.)Mum said I had three choices: Pick up the phone and say thank you for my Christmas present;Go and see you and say thank you for my Christmas present;Write a note to say thank you for my Christmas present.I clearly chose the latter as I’m not picking up the phone as it’ll be just so awkward. I’m not being funny, but I don’t know anything about you, and you don’t know anything about me which is clear from the...

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Familiar interruptions

Feeling like a bomb disposal expert attempting to avert a loud explosion, I walked slowly into our living room and shut the door. My fear wasn’t that a bomb would explode, rather that our 7-year-old son would rise from his slumber being the light sleeper that he was. Since Oscar was a baby, I had asked friends and family to do the most revolting things like not flushing the toilet if he was asleep in the neighbouring room. I lived in fear that the slightest noise would trigger an eruption not dissimilar to that seen on many a volcanic island...

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Letting go

‘Morning mum’ I said creeping around the door of my parent’s bedroom.‘Morning darling. Would you like a cup of tea?’‘Ooh yes please. How many have you had so far this morning?’‘Ooh I think number three. I drink too much tea. It's hard when your fathers alarm goes off at 530am so he can lycra up and go for a cycle before heading to work.’Mum and Dad ran a book wholesaling business which dad had started on breaking away from his father's business and make it on its own. He'd creating quite a niche for himself in the trade, and I hadn't known a...

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Rebellious hope

Weekly Contest #251

How do you do it? Said night.‘How do you wake and shine?’‘I keep it simple,’ said light.‘One day at a time’Lemn Sissay, from Let the light in, a collection of morning poemsMay 2024It was Saturday night, and I was sat next to my Aunty Dee in the Parkhouse Centre in Bude, Cornwall waiting for the poet Lemn Sissay to come on stage. A few months before, my aunty had mentioned his name, that he was coming to the Bude Literary Festival programme and would I like to go.‘Oh yes please, I haven't heard of him but always up for a night out.’‘What do y...

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Didn’t you have that conversation?

Weekly Contest #250

I can’t believe it’s been twenty years since we lived here.I’m standing outside our first home together. The wisteria cascading down the elegant Georgian block of flats on Sandwich house, Sandwich Street in Bloomsbury. Funny even saying it again now and I want to refer to it as Sesame Street as we used to. Looking up towards the third floor, I can see the wall at the back of our bedroom in our old flat, number 83. I remember the first night we slept there:'What was that?''It was the underground bun.'I shouldn't have been surprised that I cou...

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Let's blame grandpa

Weekly Contest #242

‘Good morning darling’‘Oh, morning mummy. How are you, daddy, and Ella?’‘Yes, we’re fine thanks. Just been for a walkies with Ella and I’m sure we’ll be out again soon. Maybe a stop at The Old Boot on the way back this time.’‘Oh mummy. Well don’t say too much. You know what you’re like after a snifter or two.’‘I don’t know what you’re implying darling. I am the soul of discretion.’‘Mmm yes I’ve heard that one before.’‘This is very different. I have to say I just didn’t think your brother’s relationship was going to pan out with Donna kebab, ...

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Sister Sister

“The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.'William Shakespeare, All's Well That Ends WellDear Reader,I find myself tangled in the yarn of life and wondered if I could seek your good advice? You all seem like a sensible lot with lots of worldly experience. My husband is completely sick of hearing me go on and on about the matter. The last time we spoke about the subject he simply said, ‘Look darling, they’re both attention seeking c**ts. What more is there to say?’'Helpful' I replied. 'Perhaps a job in the diplomatic co...

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