Five weeks accidentally pregnant - Once again at the hospital I lay prone on a bed, my legs hung in stirrups with a blanket covering my modesty. The doctor was in a buoyant mood. It turned out his native Libya, much like my body, was undergoing revolution.
Deep in contemplation, I sat in a train to Cambridge, due to meet my Ex. We hadn't seen each other for near on a month. When something is over, it is in my mind - over. There had been no communication, no late night texting or calling, but of course now, things were far from over.