I press my hands against my ears and try to shut out the Arabic music that has been coming from…
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‘Je voudrais un verre de vin rouge et un expresso, s’il vous plaît.’ Peirene is sitting on a chair in…
Peirene and I are swimming in the Kenwood Ladies pond on Hampstead Heath. It’s a beautiful summer’s evening and we…
‘No! No!’ Peirene shrieks in disbelief. ‘Impossible!’ Startled, I jump up from my seat. ‘What has happened?’ The Nymph stares…
It’s London Bookfair. Peirene and I hurry from one half-an-hour meeting to the next, up and down stairs, from one…
‘I can’t stand International Women’s Day.’ Peirene turned off the radio. ‘Women are great. Women are powerful. Women will change…
The arrival of the month of May can only mean one thing: European Literature Night! EUNIC and the European Writers’ Tour,…
Peirene is alone in the office. And disaster has struck. The Nymph is pacing up and down, trying to breathe…
