Outside the lines

I’M a reasonable woman, I like to think. Having been around for three decades now, I’ve seen a bit of life. Take my job, for instance, in the shoe shop – we get all sorts of customers. Most are lovely

FIONA’S glad the traffic’s in her favour as she pulls up at her mum’s house and hurries in to fetch her. She checks her watch as she unlocks the front door and gives it a shove. It’s three fifty-five

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

My naughty little sister tells all

In which Mr D develops Fear Of Missing Out

BACK in my day, they called it misbehaving!” Linda, my glamorous mother-in-law, quips, her blonde highlighted bobbed hair bouncing. I chew on the side of my cheek to stop the words inside me from esca