I was back at work, maternity leave over, career back on track. Only it wasn’t back on track. I spent my day worrying about nappies, when would she sleep through the night, was I being a good mother and a million other baby related things. Work was second best and a distant second. Before the baby I was a driven woman, worked hard, had a career plan and was doing well. Now, to be honest I struggled to give a toss. It had...

Trev’s friend Denis kindly took us back to our car. He was a chatty chap, probably in his 50’s, quite chubby but seemed friendly. He had worked with Trevor, and they had remained friends. “Lives life to the full and on the edge does our Trev,” was his description. “Likes the ladies, old, young, single, married, blond, brunette. Basically, if they’ve got a pulse Trev is interested but he’s a much pickier about who he beds....

This is a story from my younger days, before marriage and kids when life was all fun with little or no responsibilities. I was on holiday in Yorkshire with my then boyfriend. We had been out walking on a lovely sunny day but needed some alcoholic sustenance. We stopped at a village pub and ordered drinks at the bar before venturing into the pub garden. We found a free picnic bench and sat down to rest, enjoying warm sun....

We were at a party, not a party I particularly wanted to be at, but we were here. Not really my sort of people, all rather up their own arse types. They were mostly “friends” of my husband, either work or rugby people. Well to do types, the sort of people I didn’t feel particularly comfortable with. Surprisingly it hadn’t been too bad, the music had started quite early so I could avoid endless small talk about Caribbean h...