
Relate to This
There was just so much going on at the time. Arranging the funeral and all the Christmas fuss, marking exams and answering emails, planning the next term and being an inspiring…

Last year at the Nobel banquet I sat next to the woman who would later become my wife. She told me she had invented a new type of icing sugar. With great animation she described the chemical composition that guaranteed both powderiness and robustness. She arranged the cutlery into a tower to visualise the molecules. Only at dessert did she reveal she had been pulling my leg. Quite unabashed, she said it between two mouthfuls. In fact, she had taken her place at the table thanks to her ex-husband the neuroscientist. They were divorced, but he had dreaded going to Stockholm alone. And you don’t turn down an invitation, she said. No, you don’t, I said.

There was just so much going on at the time. Arranging the funeral and all the Christmas fuss, marking exams and answering emails, planning the next term and being an inspiring…
I called, apologised for the delay, said that violent crime had increased, it was the season. The person called insisted on their innocence. The voice slightly hoarse, almost…
I was newly divorced, knocked down the walls and had the grand piano lifted in. That’s how I got to know my neighbours, and I was no longer alone. Last year at the Nobel banquet I…