In slow-ly matrimony

When I was a child, we had a tortoise called Winnie who had belonged to my father when he was a boy in the 1950s. He called his pet Winston after Churchill, but this name had to be changed when he dis

I WAS a nightmare in the early days of my marriage, I admit it. I’d met Johnny on a skiing holiday in Courchevel, where we’d both gone with groups of chums. Johnny was the most daring of us and the be

When Jonty and I agreed (for once, we agreed!) to split up, after many years together, it took a lot of negotiating to decide who kept what. Neither of us could afford to buy out the other from what h

When a blast from the past invited me out, wise words from someone small changed my life forever.

They fell in love with the house, but did it harbour a dark secret?

WHEN Jenny and Jake broke up, at first Barry and I were shocked. Jenny had met Jake during Freshers’ Week at university and they’d been together ever since. She’d brought him home to meet us that firs