Maybe we should go by tube’, he said.A taxi’ll come’, she said. ‘I’m in no hurry’.She remembered something a woman in Paris had told her once. A woman in her forties, much married, elegant, a...

Hot crumpets with butter and jam – what could be more ambrosial?

Are our lives just the aggregate of the lies we’ve told? (‘Lives’ – the ‘v’ is silent.)

A warm sunny evening, the plash and gurgle of the waves in the rock pools, the rush of the cold gin. I thought for the first time of my novel, abandoned, all these years, and...

Those of us who have the luck to enjoy good health forget about this vast parallel universe of the unwell-their daily miseries, their banal ordeals. Only when you cross that frontier into the world of...

It was pleasant – and the sense of otherness was nice, that there were two people involved in this process, that we were each giving something to the other.