In a pickle

I’m forty-four, which is too old to be worrying about starting a new job,” Jessie declared, as if saying it aloud would make it true. Though she was trying not to show it, some of the gloss was being

Their tiny little black eyes stared up at her as they lay motionless on the soft bed of shredded lettuce. ‘They’re looking at me, I don’t like it!’ Marion said, prodding one of the small, lifeless sea

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

THE first thing that met Lily’s eyes, when the lift doors drew back to show the fourth floor open-plan offices of Dill Pickle Design, was a trampoline. There was a huge, black rubber mat embedded in t

Words can be all-powerful, as these three couples discovered. They reveal the romantic and unusual ways books brought them together…

She’ll win Wimbledon next year, you’ll see.” As Virginia Wade’s losing this match, I’m not convinced, but Auntie Viv – or Viv, since I’m not to call her Auntie because it makes her feel old and she’s