When Sienna and I were small, a groundsman had made a swing for us from ropes and a plank of wood. Sienna turned her nose up at it – she was much more interested in the large, modern play equipment at the side of the house. But I loved that homemade swing, and in the first warm weeks of the year ...
You’ve been awful quiet. Come for lunch chez Cavendish today? Will give me a chance to introduce you to my brother – been meaning to do that for a while. Joke! Delicious humble pie on the menu courtesy of Chef Luke. We’ll make it up to you for all the AWKWARD. Plus need your body (!) for dress fi...
The tiger. In the cottage garden. A voice behind me, high and desperate: ‘Run, Scarlett, run!’ But the tiger isn’t moving. It lies in the grass, watching me with eyes that aren’t hungry, but inviting. I take a step. The grass is wet. I look down. My feet are bare. My legs are bare. I’m naked. I w...