Lorna Hill

My Birthday It all began on my twelfth birthday. Mummy was pouring out the coffee, Daddy was buried in The Financial Times, and I was thinking how awkward it is when grown-up people will persist in giving you the sort of presents they'd have Uked themselves when they were your age, instead of...

Th Great Day Arrives When I woke up that morning, with the autumn sun streaming across my bed, I had the old familiar feeling that something wonderful had happened to me. For several days now rd had that feeling, and, as I lay there, it suddenly burst upon me what it was that had happened. I'd...

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