Gone with the wind…published: 2008-08-31
I visited my friend in Dublin. We met during an intensive screenwriting course in Denmark, by the end of which I was pregnant. She is my son’s godmother.
I tend to get sentimental about goodbyes and so on leaving her home this afternoon, I held on to her for as long as possible on her driveway. All the while, the taxi-driver waited, holding the door to his car open for me. On whisking me away he asked, "so which one of you was Scarlett O’Hara?"