They said there was an angel in the palace last night.

Staff bustled down hushed corridors unaware of invisible fingers wiping away their tears, barely conscious of the embrace - like a cloak of softest feathers - that sought to soothe those troubled servants in their hour of despair. In the Banquetting Hall a pale rain of translucent gold fell upon the guests, coating hairdos and shoulders,…

I'm on the news today - I didn't do it but they're looking for me anyway.

After all I did for her; the years of advice I gave the silly girl yet she blamed me, me - not the man who shrugged his shoulders and washed his hands of her. No wonder she left, falling straight into the arms of a matching Prince Charming who danced her round in conflicting circles, stroked her hair before…

We called them Sausage Sizzles, back then. Six girls and George - if he was lucky - backpacked and barest knees, roaming into the trees and the quarries that scour the flesh of our white, chalk hills, careful to avoid the nettles and ivy and other green things that poison and sting. We thought we were drunk on ginger beer; told stories of pirates and ghosts and one-legged Jykes the smuggler who still roams the…