La vida
We live together, my mother and I. My mum is eighty-six now. Things just turned out in such a peculiar
Youre the mistake of my youth. The girl had her baby when she was just sixteen. The boy who fathered
Без меня ты бы ничего не добилась так я вспоминаю эти слова, произнёсшие меня однажды в далёком лондоном
James marries at twentyfour. His wife, Blythe, is twentytwo. She is the only child of a university professor
No Magic at All New Years Eve was hurtling toward Alice like a runaway train steaming into Paddington Station.
Youre just jealous Mum, are you serious? The Ivy? Thats at least two hundred quid a head for dinner.
You are a mistake of youth. My mother gave birth to me when she was just sixteen. My father was the same age.
I stood by the window, fists clenched, my heart hammering so hard I thought it might burst.
Grey London twilight was slipping over the streets, blurring the outlines of the terraced houses and
In the early years of my retirement I would wake before the alarm on my ancient mobile phone, even though








