Sublime

‘Lyds,’ my mum said when I was leaving. She looked out of place in her new room, which was decorated with someone in their eighties or nineties in mind. Mum has for the last couple of centuries looked like she is in her early forties. She still has black hair, just with some streaks of grey here and there. Her eyes are still bright.

Als Tierärztin musste sie sich mit einer Menge seltsamer Kreaturen herumschlagen. Damit meinte sie allerdings nicht die Patienten. Nein, diese waren niedlich, knuffig, putzig – und der Grund, warum Audrey Smart sich überhaupt für diesen Beruf entschieden hatte. Audrey hatte noch nie

Then Jules arrived, bearing tea and biscuits. She was easy to please because she had no ambitions to publish, only to enjoy writing. She showed me a piece written in a hurry, she said, because she and Jim had spent the afternoon reading Agatha Christie to each other in bed. My mind was busy with this image for most of the time I was meant to be hel

I scarce know how to put my story into words that shall be a credible picture of my state of mind; but I was in these days literally able to find a joy in the extraordinary flight of heroism the occasion demanded of me. I now saw that I had been asked for a service admirable and difficult; and there would be a greatness in letting it be seen – oh i

which she suspects is a tax dodge