In that flash of time as his fingers had touched the handle of the table-spoon, he had foreseen John's wild rush to the doors, he had foreheard John's agitated cry of Thieves! Police! Burglars!

Flying through the turnstiles, our fists were already clenched, in my mind I could already hear the crunch of knuckle on tooth, the doof of forehead on nose and the twock of boot on head. But as it turned out, that's all […]

I like to relax pottering about the house doing this and that at the weekends.

“You didn't tell me about career day.” “Issokay,” he said, combining the two words together. “I told them about you.”