So Beverley told Vince all about the man who was lurking among the trees on the evening of her arrival. ‘But he could have been next door’s gardener, couldn’t he?’ said Vince. ‘If so, he’d strayed over the boundary and was gardening in the dark.’ ‘Or he could have been an intruder of some sort…’ … More The House-Sitter – Part 3

The main drawback of being escorted home by Alice was that she proceeded so very slowly down the road on her sticks. This allowed the neighbours plenty of time to scrutinise Beverley, dressed in her night-clothes as she was, with rumpled hair and tear-blotched face. Even worse, some of them wanted to chat. ‘Good morning, … More The House-Sitter – Part 2

Beverley would sometimes describe herself as ‘universally incompetent.’ People who didn’t know her would put this down to humorous modesty – always an attractive trait if not over-done. But the sober truth was that she was rubbish at almost everything. This was apparent from her earliest days at school, and continued throughout her education. Her … More The House-Sitter – Part 1