The pi club

It was a week before Christmas, grey and cold, but finally the Christmas shopping was finished. Home at last, and after standing in a supermarket queue for almost an hour with a trolley bulging with f

Mae pulled her car in close to the curb, directly opposite the small two-bedroom bungalow belonging to her grandmother. She paused for a moment. Mae made a conscious effort to visit at least once a we

MARIE peered out of the front room window, wondering if people would be on time. And not only that – what if nobody showed? She let the net curtain drop, listening to the kettle whistling in the kitch

IRIS walked slowly to the front door of her Victorian villa in Fairley, a sleepy Sussex village. It had begun, she fumed silently – the “invasion” of her home. Of course, she’d been expecting it. Her

IT was the first Tuesday of the month and, as usual, Lorna was first to arrive at the Small Hall. She went straight into the kitchen and filled the kettle, taking the mugs out of the cupboard while sh

GAVIN and I turned to look at each other on the sofa as the television credits rolled. “I know we’ve agreed for a long time that ‘Inspector Bletchley’ is our favourite programme,” I said. “But that wa