There are dog people, and there are cat people, and Marta Koning was one of the former. Quite how anyone discovers this about themselves is a mystery. Up until she came to London in 1962, Marta would have said she...

Readers may recognise two of the characters in this, from an earlier stage of life than when they appear in The Golden Rule, where Holly, as child in this story, is the mother of Hannah, its heroine.

The sky over Dartmoor was curdling to grey. “I can’t leave the flock on the top field any longer,” Peter told his wife. “Shall I come too?” Peter grunted, meaning No. He was angry with himself for leaving it so...

One morning Katie F woke from restless dreams to find herself transformed into a gigantic cockroach. She lay on her back, and wondered what was going on. Although her body was still a bright orange colour, it was now quite...

I was lying in the bath, chasing soap and inspiration, when Barty rang. “Justin? Justin, pick up please.” I heaved myself out, donned a dressing-gown of pink Turkish towelling, and dripped over to the telephone. “I was working,” I said...