Quaffing, nibbling, blessing

Letter of the week As old as ...

The waspish diaries of an establishment insider

MUM?” Becky said. “When did you know Dad was the man for you?” “What? Pretty early, I think,” Frances replied, taken aback. “It’s so far in the past, I can’t remember.” “It’s important. Try and think

At a literary festival in the sleepy town of Hoslewit, gruesome events are about to unfold. Writer Jane Hepburn is hoping to make it big at the Killer Lines Crime Festival by networking with all the r

Single, in her late 40s and without children, author Glynnis MacNicol found herself craving touch, companionship and joy. So she set off to Paris to seek out indulgence and downright debauchery

FREE! I’m free at last!” “Oh, Lionel, anyone would think you’d just been released from prison,” Jeanette, his wife, replied. “Well, I have. Since I decided to retire, working my notice has seemed like