My husband declares that shopping is my life-blood. ‘You love it!’ he insists. I protest that it is something that has to be done. Wouldn’t I prefer...
Where is she? She promised she’d be here at two o’clock and it’s now quarter past! I’ll give her another five minutes and then I’m going. Time hasn’t...
Why? The company? Maybe. Boredom, another possibility. The challenge, not any longer. Gossip? That’s a big contender. It beats the curtain twitching...
