Please will you get me four flying saucers, two black jacks, two fruit salads and some milk teeth with this 5p?
I’m going swimming on the beach with my friend Paul, from over the road. The sea is covered with ladybirds; we part them as we go in, but then get squeamish because they’re all over us. We sunbathe instead. Paul goes browner and browner; I go redder and redder.
After tea, we play tennis across the road, under the streetlight. It’s a new estate, and there aren’t any cars. We play till almost 10 o’clock because it’s the school holidays. I slip my Wrangler ’Spirit of 76’ hooded sweatshirt on over my towelling t-shirt. It has a flock horse, rearing up, on the front.
I pick up my black Grifter bike (a hand me down from a relative) from the driveway and put it in the garage before I go in to our bungalow. Mum and Dad are watching TV- we still have a black and white one. They’re sitting on our Grandparents’ old three piece suite. Mum has a glass of Newcastle Brown because she’s breastfeeding my brother and she needs the iron.
I feed my pet mice and fish, then go to bed. The skin on my back and shoulders feels tight and hot.
I wish Paul was my boyfriend....