My life in boxes

AS the bell jangled, Kit had a feeling it would be his mystery blonde. She was slight, her summer tan fading, with hair that in a certain light appeared almost greenish like, he supposed, unripened wh

TESS was completely disorientated when she woke up. Her eyes flickered open and she found herself facing an unfamiliar pale green wall. The room, wherever it was, held a faint hint of the new wallpape

Someone’s knickers were in a twist over Gillian’s addition to her garden

A f ter my great-aunt Monica’s funeral, I ...

I have a confession to make. I’m a terrible baker. Last time I attempted a loaf, circa 2007, it was mockingly named ‘Ailsa Craig’ – a granite island off the west coast of Scotland – and flung into a s

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