She wanted to tell him that he shouldn’t do that, that you should always leave a door open when visiting a MOP or cleaning a room, but she was still in shock from the anger in his voice. The look of betrayal on his face. Maybe she’d let him calm down first. She was halfway downstairs when the sme...
She flicked the switch on the kettle – as if a cup of tea was going to settle the tingling in her skin – and began to tidy up the worktops in a half-hearted fashion. There was something in the back of her mind that was nagging at her. Like a word teetering on the tip of your tongue or an itch tha...
She was eighty-two so this wasn’t entirely unexpected, but it was still irritating. Iris had always thought that ‘where there was a will there was a way’ and her will was formidable. She prided herself on her command of her body and felt personally affronted that it was letting her down after yea...