I once bellowed ‘Fuck!’ at the top of my voice in John Lewis when after 15 attempts I still couldn’t work my new mobile phone. Since I looked up to find an entire cluck of shoppers staring at me in disgust, I have gradually become aware that I speak to myself in shops, the car, libraries, in front of my chiropractor – who has since referred me to anyone else but him, and the streets of Edinburgh in general – though my language has greatly improved. Last week in a few hurried moments when I was trying to purchase a … Continue reading The Sweetest Words