Mrs B sat up in bed, reading one of her favourite murder stories. I’m not sure if it’s her love of crime fiction or endless search for...

A few weeks ago, I dreamt I was a castaway. Or did I dream that someone cast me away? I honestly can't remember now, but the effect of...

‘I think we should tackle that thorny subject of lovingly obedient wives again.’ ‘Oh, do you?’ I hear her say. I can’t see her, but from...