Nestled between sea and scape lies the borough of Thurrock, imbued in a vision of quiet, small-town charm. Up until now, it was a mere shard of the gossip-ridden, publicity-powerhouse county that is Essex; now it's my quaint, modest borough making the headlines for yielding an onslaught of misery on its residents.
There is a woman who lives in my village that I see on my daily commute whose smartness of dress and beauty cause me to stop and wonder what life would be like living with her if I make use of one of those parallel universes of life much spoken about by school science teachers and in a recent case, my daughter's clarinet teacher (I suspect in the hope that she would actually practice in one).