Lying Comes Frighteningly Easy To Me

Lying Comes Frighteningly Easy To Me

‘Hi, I’m interested in buying the house backing onto Highgate Woods on your website,’ I announced into the phone, projecting all the confidence I could muster.

‘Wonderful, shall we book in an appointment for a viewing?’ said the innocent estate agent.

Bitter Quince

Bitter Quince

In the summer 2018, I hated the quince tree in my front garden. And I mean, properly detested it. I would look out of my study window and stare at it with such loathing that I thought my evil thoughts would singe the leaves, blacken the trunk and set the whole bloody thing alight, the fruits exploding like fireworks.