I’m filtering out Mother’s Day because I don’t have a mother. She killed herself six years ago. I’m not filtering Mother’s Day out because I miss her or because I’m sad. The truth is, my mother was not a very nice person to be around. The truth is, I don’t miss her.
I sat in the bath and blasted Haim, Little Mix and Katy Perry from my phone whilst Tweeting about my naked sadness. And then Firework came on and, doughnut in one hand, phone in the other, I sang along and burst into tears.
Once, on a budget flight, I was waiting for ages to use the loo. The flight attendent knocked and got no answer, so he deployed the secret unlocky thing. The toilet was not vacant, a man was in there, doing a poo. I can still smell it, in my dreams. THAT is why I can't have sex on a plane.
Je Voudrais Contraception d’Urgence: Why The Morning After Pill Should Be On Your Shopping List Next Time You Go To Paris
Every time I've obtained the morning after pill in the UK the experience has been bound up in shame. In Paris, you go into the Pharmacie, and say “bonjour, je voudrais contraception d’urgence”. The pharmacist gives it to you. You pay about 7EURO. You leave.