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My earliest memories of cricket take me back to when I was at school. Unusually for a girls’ school we had a cricket team. One of the girls’ fathers, known to us as Roopey, had been a county player. Roopey was our sponsor and also our coach. Most of the time we played other local …
“This is a lovely restaurant,” said Adrian. “Quite lovely,” said Sally. “How did you find it?” Giles sighed. They were painful memories even if he was over them. “It’s a long story.” he began. “Oh, yes? Not that one?” “No. You didn’t meet her. Anyway, she lived over the road and we used to eat …
“I began,” she declared over the tea strainer, “to note the changes in his appearance… He stopped going to have his hair cut. He began to wash less and less. His jokes became progressively more obscure; he would lapse into long, unaccountable silences, punctured by exclamations and laughter.” In the middle of the hall was …