The runaway dress

Each month a reader writes to a loved one in the afterlife and Mandy Masters tunes in to share their reply. This month Sophey Walsh writes to her nan Penny

When I sold my wedding ring, I was changing my destiny.

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

AND this is where we do laundry, Mum. There are plenty of washers and dryers, so there shouldn’t be a problem.” Linda’s daughter, Jocelyn, waved a hand dismissively as they passed the large laundry ro

Megan Street, 27, Solihull, West Midlands

I’LL buy you another one.” Bill patted Emily’s back as she cried inconsolably. “But it was so stupid of me,” she told him. “Why didn’t I take it off?” She’d been working in the garden for four hours i