Bradley Wragg-Porter was not like other people, he was better than them and didn’t need to follow their silly rules. Each morning…
I leant against a gravestone as Dan sauntered up the path, five minutes late for our second date. ‘Follow me,’ he said, taking my…
Another instalment of Sally and Dan — previously here.
Seven jewel-like jars of homemade jam stood on the low wall outside number 17 alongside a sign saying ‘Preserves’, and a small wooden…