I was already distraught when I opened the bedroom shutters to find three live pigeons trapped between the wood and the window.
I was beyond consolation when I saw through the glass that the back garden was completely overgrown.
I was already distraught when I opened the bedroom shutters to find three live pigeons trapped between the wood and the window.
I was beyond consolation when I saw through the glass that the back garden was completely overgrown.
When interviewing Adrian Chiles, I thought it only polite to admit that I used to know his ex-wife Jane Garvey. His face crumpled at the mention of her name.
Who would have guessed that the jolly television presenter would still be carrying regret over his decade-old divorce?
I opened the cover of my passport to find that all the significant pages had been ripped out. I wouldn’t be going anywhere soon – not even to Europe.
My sister S was very busy.
First she changed into her red bathing costume and jumped into the sea for a swim. I was grateful that the school of killer whales did not pay her any attention.
Next she was selling shoddy wooden Christmas ornaments on eBay from her bedroom in our childhood home.
When I turned round I found Kiell Smith-Bynoe standing behind me.
‘Oh, hello’, I said, “I recognise you as an actor from Ghosts‘.
‘Not quite’, he corrected me, ‘I think that you mean the star of Ghosts.’
TPR and I were disappointed that two other passengers had bagged the best seats next to the coach driver. Sulkily, we sat down in the second row behind them.
Twenty minutes later the driver veered off the road, rumbled the vehicle across a field of sheep, and smashed head-first into a wall. We were left unscathed by his suicide. The passengers next to him were not.
Boris Johnston stuck his hand into the drawer of random cutlery and pulled out a flat four inch fish-shaped piece of steel.
‘Excellent, a Tudor fish knife!’ he declared.
He was, of course, wrong. The metal might have been fashioned into the form of a fish, but the work had been almost certainly done by a machine in twenty-first century China. Added to this, the fish was only decorative, with no practical function.
This was just another of the Prime Minister’s lies.
A famous dramatist was staying at the guest house on the Isle of Lewis and – it was rumoured – he was about to cast the lead role for his latest play: a princess with long golden hair.
Around my neck I strung the pearl necklace that I retrieved from the back of the sofa, then a ran a comb through my tresses, and waited for the call.