Aug 5, 2018 | A Day In My Life
It was an ordinary white envelope that arrived with the usual post on the afternoon of Monday, 4 August 1974. It had Mrs. Gayatri Bhardwaj written in plain black letters at the top right corner, under which the word ‘urgent’ was inscribed in large bold letters in red,...
Aug 2, 2018 | A Day In My Life
I’m Sandy. Sandy Shaw, and before you make any jokes about the singer with the same name as me, I’ve heard them all before. I wasn’t named after the singer. My mum was a bit of a hippie, and she gave me and my sister Coral seaside names. You know, sandy shore. Coral...
Aug 1, 2018 | A Day In My Life
As a modern, 34 year-old woman, it feels strange living in a Lancashire village that is deliberately being held in a Victorian time-warp. That’s the hard-hitting commercial world of tourism for you, I guess. When Cornelius Swan first built Swansneck Village to...
Jul 31, 2018 | A Day In My Life
“I want you to duplicate the final dinner served on the Titanic. Ten courses for eight people.” I stared at Otto Warbeck. Was he joking? Not visibly. The yacht owner had wrinkles in his forehead, but no smile lines. When I agreed to cater a dinner for him on the...
Jul 23, 2018 | A Day In My Life
A gentle paw pats my cheek. Pulled from the imaginary surrounds of my mind’s information management system–my phrenic library–I drift into wakefulness and force one eye open. It’s Thoth, my lovely tabby girl, requesting her morning cuddle. Curling the largest of our...
Jul 21, 2018 | A Day In My Life
When it comes to my job, no two days are the same. My name is Jamie Rush, and I’m a skip tracer. My work involves finding people who (usually) don’t wish to be found. Sometimes they disappear through no choice of their own. Now and then, I’ll also help someone...
