Abby Cameron

Fridging Women

The gaps that separate every house on Ewe Street from its neighbours are a precise and identical ten strides of borderline-neon lawn. So too is this the case in Mare Street to the right and Gilt Avenue to the left. Each stands a concrete oasis with arms opened wide for whatever middle-class socialite has the nerve to temper feuding gossip without the gall to challenge the yearly Christmas decoration expectations. The sort of beauty to be found along that road is nothing if not meticulous and orderly – those who seek refuge in Ewe Street come to the sweet epiphany that heaven is simple, unchanging, and always bending to the ebbs and flows of Better Homes and Gardens magazine covers.