Sophie is a serial procrastinator, and is worried that she's not achieving the things she dreamed of doing when she was younger. Both traits that strike a chord in me. I could win gold in the procrastinating Olympics, and go to sleep worrying about all the things that I 'should have' done by now....
The doors to the pavilion were open and the old-fashioned curtains flapped in the breeze. The table in the centre of the room was heaving with chocolate; we had all donated small chocolate eggs to be won as prizes and the committee had supplied a giant egg for the overall winner. I sipped my tea ...
‘At Ivy Lane!’ wailed Rosemary, clamping a hand over her mouth. ‘Oh no. Colin is at such an impressionable age. I won’t have him led astray.’ Breathe, Tilly. In and out. I was a bag of nerves. Just being in the same room as Mr Cohen again brought back all sorts of memories that I’d rather forget....
What had all that self-doubt malarkey been about? I pushed the heavy gate open and closed it behind me. It wasn’t like me to over-analyze things; life was far too short to agonize over my career choice or to worry about the state of my relationship. Or anything else for that matter. Far better to...
I turned away and stretched, reaching my toes down to the cold bit at the bottom of the bed where the blankets had become untucked. Blankets? Of course! I was at Appleby Farm. I blinked rapidly, shot up to a sitting position and bumped my head on the sloping ceiling in the process. I rubbed my sk...
I hope that you will forgive me writing to you directly. When Mr Fortescue contacted me to see if I was the Signor Biancardi who had been at the festival at Wickham Hall in the 1980s I almost jumped straight on a plane to come and find you. Luckily my wife Etta is more sensible and advised me to ...
I paused outside our office, holding my breath to listen for sounds of Ben singing while he flung paint around the room. But all I heard was silence and when I pushed open our office door, neither Ben nor his easel were anywhere to be seen. The room was stuffy so after I’d dropped my pile of news...