"He's sixteen. His parents go on summer vacation. Two weeks with a babysitter? Blegh! ...or is it?"
“But, Mooommm,” the way I stressed the last 'm', the tone came out a lot whinier than I had intended. “I don't need a babysitter. I'm sixteen!”We were standing in the doorway, my parents ready to leave.“Our point exactly,” she...
"A look back but not, definitely not in anger."
I’m very conscious that I started these tales at the time when I was an unknown actress about thirty years old. It might be interesting for me (if nobody else!) to go back in time. I met Lilly Caterham in my...
"I’m sent round to Mrs Hotter’s, finding her alone and inclined to enjoy herself"
My mother shrieked.This was not unusual. My mother was fond of shrieking. She would shriek in any circumstance where a reaction was called for. Now she was standing in the middle of the kitchen in her best clothes, ready for...
"Married man finds himself in the tub with his red headed stepdaughter once again"
It was Friday night, a few weeks after I had comprehensively fingered my stepdaughter, Hannah, that extraordinary evening in the hot tub. I had arrived home from work unexpectedly early; my meeting in London having ended sooner than usual and...