‘i’m dating a widower but his first wife is still in the room’

Life has a bad habit of mirroring art. Sometimes, this can be in a deeply sad way. A while after I wrote about the assumption of guilt in a traumatised young woman with poor social skills, I watched a

L If they’re ever looking to recruit spies, forget handsome, fit, blue-eyed Bonds. Forget gym-buffed Daniel, impossibly good-looking Tom and danger magnet Matt. Look instead for a middle-aged woman in

OF course, Edwina imagined seeing him everywhere. It was only natural in the circumstances, she supposed, but surely that was just wishful thinking? After all, it simply couldn’t really be Laurence. S

Jane stared through the kitchen window as water splattered the paving stones outside. The gutter needed clearing again. Leaves from next-door’s cherry tree would have clogged it, as it did every autum

Packing for our annual Italian summer holiday, I can’t wait for a week of relaxation, sunshine and delicious food, and my children, Jake, 14, and Archie, 11, feel the same. Soon we’ll be on the beach,

THERE’S a nice new girl working at the Post Office,” I said casually, as I unpacked my shopping on to the kitchen table. “Oh?” my daughter Debra answered, without looking up from her book. “Yes,” I co