I wish to live for myself. I should never want to be trapped.

How do you invent a religion?” Evie asked. Will looked over the top of his spectacles. “You say, ‘God told me the following,’ and then wait for people to sign up.

Did you hear? You are free." Yessss. Choice. It is a fine thing. And I choose to take you back, Most High.

It was a kiss small in its ministrations but epic in its feeling.

I'm like everyone else in this stupid, bloody, amazing world. I'm flawed. Impossibly so. But hopeful. I'm still me.

But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on.

It occurs to me that cricket is not the true sport in London - gossip is.