“Do you remember me?” The man posing the question is gazing at me with a wry smile, his head tilting slightly sideways. He seems vaguely familiar, but I’m…
I am standing outside my front door, clasping hold of a steaming mug of tea, having just handed over a similarly filled mug to Andy*, the handyman. He…
It’s not every week that I make a grown man start to cry. Especially not a British one, who’s basically a ‘familiar stranger’. But it just so happens…
In today’s blog post, I’m delighted to be introducing you to a friend who recently got in touch to tell me about an unexpected lightthroughthecracks encounter that she…
Every couple of months, the window cleaner will send me a text, telling me he’s going to turn up the following day, and asking me to leave access…