Date night

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

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

At 7.52 pm exactly I find myself pushing open the door of The Bell and Long Wheat. I’m overwhelmed by the smell of cigarettes and alcohol and by the profligate confetti of leopard-print tops, huge hoo

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

I’D seen an advertisement in my father’s newspaper for women to work on the canal boats. It said applicants should be of a robust constitution. I’m quite robust, so why not? I’d give it a go. “Look, D

The clock was ticking on making memories with my husband Mark. So I hatched a secret plan to prove my love.