It was to be a special measure during Coronation year. From the top deck of the number 14 bus Jean looked down at the paper-boy, muffled up in a long scarf, who shouted these words as he tossed papers at passers-by and neatly caught their coins. A lady in a wide-brimmed ha...
The roar was abruptly muffled by the growl of a bus engine, gears cranking and a conductor’s bell, all of which made Jemima sit up with a start. The strike. Had it started? If so, why could she hear a bus? She was up and out of bed, grabbing her sha...
He had been made lame perhaps at Dunkirk, perhaps at Tobruk. He wore a soiled bandage around his head and when he rested on a bench outside the station a woman in a smart hat and a coat with a fur collar pressed a coin into his hand. He looked tired. He looked hungry. But so did everyone. After a...