Flight of fancy

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

Serial part 2

I n the corner of the drawing room ...

I’m forty-four, which is too old to be worrying about starting a new job,” Jessie declared, as if saying it aloud would make it true. Though she was trying not to show it, some of the gloss was being

I’D seen an advertisement in my father’s newspaper for women to work on the canal boats. It said applicants should be of a robust constitution. I’m quite robust, so why not? I’d give it a go. “Look, D

Have you met our new neighbour yet?’ Paul asked, walking into the kitchen and idly popping a grape into his mouth. ‘Just moved in, two doors down. She’s French and a real looker.’ ‘In what way?’ Laura