I’D just started work as a nurse and it was my first time living on my own. I managed to rent a tiny flat in Finchley. It came with a window box, a stray cat that hung around mewing for food, plus a n

AS I hang my clothes in the wardrobe of the hotel room we’re sharing, I feel my sister Clare’s eyes on me. Through a mirror, I catch the thoughtful look on her face. It’s a look that’s often there, bu

In her regular column on village life, Paula reveals that country life is incomplete without a dog, and why Lady Dashwood (a small yet mighty dachshund) rules the roost at Sutton HQ

One day in 1936, the barrister Clifford Mortimer banged his head on the door frame of a London taxi and was immediately struck blind. He would never be able to see again. Then in his early 50s, he nev

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The 1950s was a golden era for British comics. Conditions were perfect. The US comics industry was yet to experience its 1960s Spider-Man era revival and, in Britain, paper rationing had ended as Brit