Emily Taylor

Mum will be living with us, and thats final, my husband declared. And that same evening, he was packing his bags.

Thursday evening, I received a call from my mother. I answered and spoke for about ten minutes before

Youre retired now. You should be looking after the grandchildren, announced her daughter. Her mothers

Tom comes home at half past six. Thats a good sign; normally he doesnt show up until gone eight.

The last message I sent her was brief: Im here if you ever need anything. It sat, untouched, in her inbox

I reckon we’re both grown-ups, I suggest moving in together, but only if we split the bills fifty-fifty

The Door Peter Johnson gazes blankly at the door, bewildered. What is he doing here? Imagine thathe must

Dont you dare bring your wife to my flat, my mum declared to me as I stepped through the door.

This must be Simons baby This little episode happened just recently, in a perfectly pleasant flat on

THE EARS OF WHEAT About twenty-five years ago, when I was young and naive, the local GP, ignoring all