By Rebecca Calderon
I recently had major surgery and was told not do anything for six weeks. SIX WEEKS! No lifting, no household chores, no driving, nothing. I thought I would finish off my new novel but that was impossible due to an inability to sit upright at a desk for long periods and the terrifying realisation that my brain wasn’t working correctly because of the sudden, dramatic loss of ovaries, cervix and womb. The only sensible activity was to read a lot of books. I list them here in order of date read with a brief review. Please bear in mind that during the course of this marathon my state of mind was in flux (possibly brought on by some of the reading matter but who knows).
by M. G. Sanchez
I had my first inkling that something was wrong while trying to renew my driving licence back home in the UK. The DVLA website was asking for my passport details, but for some reason the document was being rejected as a form of ID. Because I was supposed to be flying in mid-July to Gibraltar to see my mother (whom I hadn’t seen since before the start of the COVID pandemic), I decided to call Her Majesty’s Passport Office’s Adviceline to check that my passport was in good order. When I finally got through on 5 July to one of their operators, I was told that my passport had been cancelled, though the agent could not give me any precise details. ‘Are you kidding me?’ I thought on hearing this. ‘I’m about to book flights to see my family later this month. How can someone’s passport be cancelled just like that?’