The more you know

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 clamour of seagulls woke Frances. For a moment, she was disorientated. Not so much in place – she knew this bedroom well – as in time. She had the odd feeling that none of the last 30-odd years ha

GRAN, you know I love the hotel. But I’m not the person you need,” Emma said. “You publicise those events you run,” her gran, Betty, replied. “I’m sure you could use some of those skills to help build

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

Maybe it was time for Conrad to loosen up a little

They had known each other for years, but would they ever meet?