suburbia

The parents are both away, separately. I took Katie to Stanstead airport. Olivia and Jack are somewhere near Ipswich and I’m home. I bought the paper and another pack of cigarettes from Waitrose in South Woodford. Woodford is where dads fly kites and ladies chat in the supermarkets and repressed teenagers rebel when it’s dark, in the not so beautiful backstreets. Woodford’s where you can walk to school or shops or a park. Where families know each other’s secrets and where friendly neighbours lie and pry. You could almost leave your front door unlocked at night, almost.