The elegant Georgian theatre foyer in my genteel spa town in north Yorkshire was full of the well-heeled elite of the County in their finest outfits for a Gala performance of celebrated classical violinist and a renowned chamber orchestra. I looked around...
I moved to the genteel spa town in the north of England to retire. No sooner had I got myself unpacked than my apartment doorbell rang and my new neighbour introduced herself. "Hello, hope you don't mind me calling to introduce ourselves? I'm Marcie and m...
We are in bed, snuggled up together. Dee has her head on my shoulder and my arm is around her. We'd had a pleasant relaxing evening. I thought we would soon be asleep. "You know when you came into the bathroom this evening, for a pee while I was enjoying...
Chrissie has left again. Just short of twenty-four hours this visit. I'm taking the bed linen off the mattress, pillows and duvet. On the pillow cover, I spot smudges of mascara. And vermillion lipstick. And her pearly cream foundation. I hold it close to...
In my story "Summer of '76 in the Nurses Home," I mentioned at the end that I went off to nurse in hot spots and war zones. So here I was, sitting in the shade of summer vines in the Beka'a Valley with a young woman, Safiya, telling me; "Il y a beaucoup d...
The holiday hadn't started well-- no rep with a hire car to meet us at the airport, so we had to get a rental car. And then we had to ring the holiday company back in the UK for the combination lock code for the villa. They were very apologetic and promis...
It is the summer of '76 in Britain. Longest heatwave on record; there's a Minister for Drought in the government who suggests we shower with a friend to save water! I am twenty-one years old and a male student nurse at a famous University Teaching Hospit...
