When I think back to just a few short years ago, my house was filled with the noise of three boisterous boys, and I couldn’t get a moment’s peace – but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. In January

MY mum and dad don’t live together. They split up two years ago, when I was eight. I mostly live with Mum, in our cosy semi-detached house where I have my own bedroom. But I also have my own room in D

WHAT do you think, Zara?” Mum says, pulling her hair above her ears. “Hair up or down?” “Remind me where you’re going.” “To the cinema. And possibly for a drink afterwards.” “The cinema seats have hig

RIGHT. I have come to a decision,” Mel said one weekend, as she cleared away the breakfast things. “In that case, I’m off. Bye, Mum, see you later!” “Wait, Seth. Stay exactly where you are! You have n

IN years to come, when Sebastian was looking back on this moment, he was for ever reminded of this P.G. Wodehouse quote – “Unseen, in the background, Fate was quietly slipping the lead into the boxing

WE nearly owned a cat once. He caused something of a neighbourhood dispute, too. My other half advised keeping our heads down because of it, but I really couldn’t do that when pegging out the washing.