Little person Stories

On my twenty-first birthday, I married Sir Peter Hargreaves. We must have looked comical when we stood at the altar. I was four-feet, seven-inches (but taller in high heels) and he was just over six feet. I was attending a seminar with my normal-sized brother Andrew about financial planning when we sort of met. I was sitting in the middle of the front row almost directly in front of Sir Peter, who was making a speech. He...

Prologue.I was getting frustrated now. “No, it has to be a double amputee.” I repeated.“We’ve nothing like that,” Lady Lydia said, “I can do a midget if that’s any good?” She asked.“A midget, eh?” I thought aloud.“Yes, a midget. She’s in her twenties, and very pretty” She said, “for a midget” she nonchalantly added.“err, hang on” I instructed her. With that I put her on hold and fast dialled my best friend, Martin.“Rich?”...