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Stripped and bare, patches on the walls where my pictures once hung, the bookcases bereft of their well-thumbed tenants, my old house, always vivid with light and warmth and comfort, suddenly seems full of shadows.Read more

As I waited for you to say what you had come to say, my heart beat so hard that it hurt. If I’d ever tried to picture a heart breaking I think I would haveRead more

If I’d had any curtains I’d have flung them open to gaze at the view of the hills… only I hadn’t. No curtains I mean. I had no furniture, no clean clothes (and no wardrobeRead more

I’m settling in. I’m starting to find my way around. I’m so glad I moved here I think to myself but there’s no time to dwell on that now. There’s a half-naked man in myRead more

Clarry is 26 years old, single, bright, funny, attractive and enjoying a makeshift existence as a part time waitress. She has a request from Laura, a solicitor and her best friend, to check out whetherRead more

Slowly I’m getting to know the area. And the area, very nearly, got to know me. And not in a good way. It happened like this: The Easter weekend dawns bright and sunny and I’veRead more

They say it’s important to live with a house for a while before you redecorate. That’s the way to really get to know it and bring it to life. I’ve been in my new homeRead more

It’s dark in the car park. Well of course it is… its four forty-five in the morning. I spot half a dozen other cars and an old single-decker bus but there’s no sign of anyRead more