“We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.”
“Are there any toilets nearby?” I ask the huddle of photographers. It’s 2am and I’m sitting in my Nissan Micra on the road outside King Edward VII’s Hospital in Marylebone, desperate for a wee.
There are some moments in life that have such an impact you know you’ll always remember exactly where you were when you heard the news - no matter how much time passes.
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I’m eight and hiding under a chair in our doctor’s surgery, refusing to come out.
My foot hits the brake and we jolt to a halt. Maya starts to cry and I get that horrible sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I realise the other car has gone into her door.
“I'll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue, and it's hey to the starboard, heave-ho.
“Who has seen the wind?” asks 19th-century author Christina Rossetti in her poem of the same name.
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“I can no longer see you with my eyes or touch you with my hands, but I will feel you in my heart forever.”
“What’s she been in?”
“Whose phone is this?” the support worker asks.
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“Don’t you miss it?” one of the mums asks.
It’s quiet, too quiet - always a sign Maya is up to no good.
“How old are you?” the woman barks at us.
The man sitting opposite me is wearing a University of Michigan sweatshirt. I keep looking at it, desperate to tell him that I visited Detroit while covering the 2016 US presidential election and saw Barack Obama speak in Ann Arbor, the campus town.
‘If you can fill the unforgiving minute with 60 seconds’ worth of distance, run…”
On my first day back after maternity leave, my greatest achievement was probably buying a suffragette bath duck from the Commons shop as a gift for my daughter.
“I hope we may say that thus, this fateful morning, came an end to all wars”.
“You haven’t missed much…”