Watching my husband Gary answer the phone, I saw the colour drain from his cheeks as he listened intently. Without saying a word, he handed the phone to me, and I could see a shimmer of tears in his e

IT’S A FUNNY OLD WORLD

I could justifiably claim this year to have been a professional actor for 70 years. In 1956, when I was just 13, I was recruited to play the imaginary son of Eleanor Summerfield, the star of a Granada

The house next door had stood empty for many months and the weeds in the overgrown garden were spreading into my flower borders, becoming a nuisance. I’d taken early retirement when Jack became too il

Our round-up of the funny, fascinating and unusual stories this fortnight

“You can’t live here. There are no shops,” my friend Jen stated. We were sitting in the van belonging to the pub I lived in, the Golden Cross, Slough, waiting for my parents who had an interview for t