‘It’s Christmas the day after tomorrow. I can’t do anything – think of anything – until that’s over. He’ll need me over the holiday, perhaps for weeks to come. His chest’s so bad in winter. I must give some time to him.’ January was almost over now and she’d heard nothing from David. She was on t...
She hadn’t told Alan about him. It wasn’t any of his business. And besides, she still felt more than a bit embarrassed by the whole thing. Looking back on it, how she could have walked into his shop thinking he’d fall head over heels for her, or even dream that he would give her a second glance, ...
Surely all her doubts were only in her mind, Connie thought as she and Stephen strolled beside Rotten Row, along which a few brave riders trotted their horses despite the cold, overcast afternoon, the Serpentine to their right bereft of Sunday boaters. Yet even though they were together Stephen r...
She felt so grand sitting beside him in his fine motor which he said was a Rover, she who’d never been in a motor car in her life much less knew the name of any. Her first sight of the sea took her breath away; the expanse of it, the salt tang of it, the way the wavelets kissed the pebble beach w...
Slowly getting to be a proper soldier – in hot water all the time. Uniform fits where it touches. The chaps in my hut took the mickey out of my accent at first. I never knew I had one. Said I sounded a bloody snob (their words) and damned arrogant, which I didn’t like that much. They started to c...