Love and Hate Live in the Same House

Or Why I'll Never Write for The Guardian Again

One of my oldest friend's told me a couple of weeks ago that, “Love and hate live in the same house.” It has rattled around my head since then. I even texted her a week later asking what poem it was from. She said it was just something her grandmother used to say. The reason I’ve been ruminating about it, is because for many years I have had a love/hate…