This story was written for Anna, my mum, after she gave me the title in this month’s Reader Interview: An Affair with Jane Eyre.
Did I ever tell you the one about the mother and the chemist? It’s a good one. So, this one morning, she goes into her
“This is not blood, my dear. It’s ketchup.” The young police constable was trying to keep the smirk from his face, rather unsuccessfully I might
Foreword: This story is about the world and some of the characters from the book John Sharpe: No. 1,348 but it in no away affects or
Once upon a time, there was a pond in a far-away land. It was a pretty little pond, with colourful flowers sprouting along the sides
The day that I died was ordinary. Ordinary until I died, that is. I suppose for everybody else, it was still pretty ordinary – people