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As the police were raiding my neighbour’s garage recently, photographing and cataloguing the alleged stolen property, I found myself contemplating al...

A memory that has stayed with me over the years is the special present my father gave my mother in 1975: the book ‘Superwoman’ by Shirley Conran....

I was living on the worst street in town. I didn't like it. Horrible things would happen in my block of flats....

The night was clear, a light breeze was blowing outside, people were arriving home after work. Everyone went about their evening with no hint of the mystery that was about to unfold in my house....

I grew up in the 80’s, with bad fashion, funny music & parents that still smacked you when you were naughty....

I’m home, I just got home. Home is where the heart is. The heart of the home is the hearth. The Vulcan heater looks at me, dormant and cold....