I collapse on my pillows in relief, my heart pounding. Thank fuck. I don’t have a child. And
I bet Obama had a great one prepared, says Seb. I almost wish we’d been invaded by Martians, just so I could have heard it.
He’s listening silently to his mother, leaning against the front doorway, his hands shoved in his pockets, his expression distant. Toby could be really good-looking, but he’s got one of those beards....
Have you ever thought about the grid of Manhattan?'It's like...a metaphor for life. You think you have the freedom to walk anywhere. But in fact... you are strictly controlled. Up or down. Left or rig...
Hare hare . . . I've moved on . . . hare hare . . . I'm in a good place . . .
Great. Just great. One glimpse of his body and I have a full-blown crush.I honestly thought I was a bit deeper than that.
But, come on, even the waiting list for that new Prada bag was only a year. No school can be more exclusive than a limited-edition Prada bag, surely?
But at the same time, my resolve is hardening like lacquer. I’m taking time out, but I’m not giving up. I mean, I’m only in my twenties; am I going to let one setback crush my ambition? No.
And anyway, who defines real life? Who says real life is property ladders and hideous pearl earrings? Shit-boring tedious life, more like.
And is the moment where I went wrong. This is the gut-churning, if-only instant. If I could go back in time, that's the moment I would march up to myself and say severely, Poppy, . But you don't real...
Although, as Leonardo da Vinci said: Where there is shouting, there is no true knowledge,
I’ve often noticed that people equate ‘having a sense of humour’ with ‘being an insensitive moron’.) This
You’ve gone back to the way you used to be before. The way you promised you’d never be again.
You'd never get tired of a pony. It's a classic. It's, like, the Chanel jacket of toys.
Trust Jess to get engaged all discreetly and not say a word. I'd have run straight in, saying, Guess what? Look at my pebble ring!
This is the trouble with meeting people in real life: They don’t come with profiles attached.
This is the last time I ever get a private detective off the internet.
These corners are getting a bit bulky. Mum looks consideringly at the catalog. Maybe we should fold down if we're not interested in the page.
The parents are in charge of all the stuff like technology in the house and time on screens and hours on social media, but then their computer goes wrong and they’re like a baby, going, What happened...
The moment happens, and you make your crucial mistake, and then it’s gone and the chance to do anything about it is blown away.