This story is about an elderly man who loves his garden but he's bothered by a strange woman who comes to live in the village.

The strange woman who stole Ernest's fork makes wonderful jams which she sells outside her house. Angela walks past the house every day.

This story was inspired partly by the wooden bull's head that hung in the Wife of Bath and now is in the Sawyers bar in Wye.

When my brother moved in I knew I’d have to accept my neat little cottage becoming festooned with Dreamcatchers, crystals, and the...

DAY 3: As leader of we few, we happy few, I, Jeff, shall record our incarceration and hopeful release from this living death. 

Every morning she waited for the bus to go past, hoping that one day she’d get on it and finally leave the village.

It’s funny, I never thought it would end like this. I always expected a massive row — he’d storm out and I’d be left weeping neatly into...