Bagpuss turns 50!

I PEGGED Dad’s Seventies’ psychedelic floral shirt on the section of the clothesline designated for “undies”. It couldn’t be seen by the neighbours. I dreamt of the day my parents would give me their

Oh, Max, I’m so miserable.’ Lucy sniffed and buried her face in the pillow, so all I could do was gently pat her shoulder to show I knew how she felt. I snuggled up to her and she turned to me, gather

OH, how I was looking forward to my birthday! Now that the war was finally over, I could have a proper party, like I’d had when I was small. All through the years, I’d never forgotten how my little ch

I love this old photo of my now grown-up grandchildren Alvi and Jasper, and their feathered friend Mrs Clucky, who loved to visit us from next door! Brita Bevis, Sleaford Eugene, 4, is my son Ben’s re

WHEN Dad said that he and Kirsty were having a baby, I was surprised. Mum had always described Kirsty as “a career woman” and, when I asked her what that meant, she said Kirsty was very focused on her

THE timing of it! How unfair can it be?” Gilly Hyde clamped her hands to the sides of her head in despair, and immediately regretted it. She had spent an hour on her hair that morning. She took her ha