St Ursula’s adjoins a small picturesque village called Compton whose railway station and the rural branch line survived Beeching’s...
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“Yes, Mrs Haverthwaite,” Daniel replied. He pushed his feet into the slippers he wears inside the house and began...
Twenty minutes later and the driver announced over the Tannoy that the next stop was Denbury. I quickly checked...
Daniel returned to the utility room, kicked off the slippers and pulled on his socks, then removed the apron...
Why are you wearing a dress? Are you a girl now? Do you like wearing dresses? “No… my mum...
Eight weeks ago I entered St Ursula’s wearing my own clothes. We all did. Some of us knew what...
Daniel embarked on his chores and stripped the duvet, mattress, and pillowcases, and dumped them in the laundry basket....
The shopping trip itself was uneventful. Mum went to the fishmongers and pie shop, a home and garden store,...
The newlyweds went away on their honeymoon and Mother came to spend some time with Agatha. They had a...
Thankfully the cul-de-sac seemed deserted when mum pulled up outside our house. I couldn’t get indoors and out of...