Two of a kind

I’M a reasonable woman, I like to think. Having been around for three decades now, I’ve seen a bit of life. Take my job, for instance, in the shoe shop – we get all sorts of customers. Most are lovely

Y ou’ve done what?’ Mel threw her bag ...

DEIRDRE leaned back on her sunbed and sighed. The view couldn’t have been more beautiful: rocky arid terrain rising from the sea, boats pottering about in the bay . . . Nearby, a luxury yacht was anch

Ihadn’t heard from Roy Biddle in nearly thirty years when he called my home number. This was 1991, and an October day when brown, slippery leaves coated the pavement outside our west London house. Roy

MARCIA watched her grandson Matthew carefully as they toured the sumptuous interior of Moitlet Hall. To the other visitors, it no doubt seemed he was in awe of the opulent furnishings, wonderful artwo

HOW many handbags do you have, Gran?” Meggie was in the spare room at her grandparents’ house. She looked at the array of handbags on the bed. “I haven’t got that many,” her grandmother Rose protested