Loreto College, St Albans, Hertfordshire, England - once a private convent school, now a comprehensive - celebrates its centenary this year. 'Old girls' were invited to send in stories of their experience. I was a pupil there from the age of 11 to 18; this is a memoir from around 1958. We were in the… Continue reading The Biology Lesson
Paper
January, 2022. A bistro in Lichfield, England The friend I'd met for lunch stopped mid-sandwich and frowned across the table. 'Why are you making that face?' The answer was what lay beneath my slice of quiche, which had tasted fine at first then took on a rather strange texture. Which turned out to be a… Continue reading Paper
The Eternity Ring
Wetherby, Yorkshire, 2002 On the threshold of The Treasure Chest, I hesitated; a jewellery shop's not one to be entered lightly. a bell signalled our arrival and a man in black, who looked like an undertaker, came out of the back and studied us for a moment. Hardly love's young dream, we weren't golden wedding… Continue reading The Eternity Ring
The Shoe
Wigan, May, 2021 I was wandering around the town centre when the pavement suddenly seemed much harder, which wasn't surprising, because my right shoe had collapsed, only the inner sole holding it together - and the left one wouldn't last long. They were a very old, much-mended pair of wedges, kept because so comfortable. I… Continue reading The Shoe
Teeth
Dinner on the Nile, 2010 The ship was cruising slowly past the banks of the ancient river. The other diners at our table were joking about the limited wine list - Pharoah red or white - when my partner's face changed shape, he made a strange guttural sound and clutched his napkin to his mouth… Continue reading Teeth
Wallis – a memento
It's hardly an obsession. She's only one of several dead women of destiny in my library - the face of five paperbacks, the biographies, and a hardcover about the Windsor style. I have a small collection of articles about her too, because whenever her name or image appears in print or on-screen, it gets my… Continue reading Wallis – a memento
Hello…
November, 2020 I'd seen him - or parts of him - umpteen times before, because he lives only a few doors down the road. His car is parked on the drive and he's always tinkering with it, head in the bonnet or the boot. When he's under it, only his feet are visible to the… Continue reading Hello…
Close to You
March, 2020 The priest advanced towards me, arms open wide, about to plant a kiss on my cheek, his standard welcome for female volunteers at the cathedral - harmless, if a touch damp. But I was to be spared that day, because such a greeting was against the new Rule. So he made a courtly… Continue reading Close to You
Three
A village near Wigan, Lancashire, 2009 The professor sat in his usual chair, feet high on a matching stool, because they were playing up that day. Still witty and brilliant of mind, he was a stooped shadow of the man I'd met six years before. The Venetian blinds that were hell to clean were half-closed,… Continue reading Three
The Mask
May, 2020 Just as it was getting dark one night, there was a single knock on the front door. A parcel lay on the porch. The person who put it there, about to get back in his van, turned and smiled in my direction. Or at least I think he did, because he was wearing… Continue reading The Mask