We’re on holiday in Spain.  Elizabeth’s business partner Damien owns a holiday villa on a golf course here.  It’s set up as a holiday...

“Singlas, I want Singlas.” He squirmed in his seat on the back of the shopping trolley, reaching out for the single bananas.  He knew he could have those now and not wait for his mum to feed him at home. “Yellow, I want a yellow.” His mum grabbed a big one, knowing it would keep him quiet for a little while.  She peeled it and shoved it into his dark pink sticky hands.  He almost choked jamming it down his own throat, making ‘num num num’ noises as he chewed it and made chub

In the immortal words of the Iranian midwife who delivered my sister, who was also our landlady, ‘the baby is yelloooow’. In other words, she was jaundiced. The physical ailment did not last long in the Middle Eastern climes, but the twists and vagaries of the next forty-odd years left a distinctly jaundiced hue on interactions between the two of us. Causal factors included evasive, not to mention cowardly, tactics of some others of our nearest and dearests, which yellow stre

In the town where I was born lived a lady with grey hair. And she lived a life of ease in a little blue canoe. The sound of many voices...

Running along the jungle path I was wet, tired, sore, thirsty. My feet and head were pounding. The vines lashed my face, tear-stained and...