Even professional, paid carers aren't always models of saintly behaviour - and they know they can knock off at the end of their shift to go home, take an uninterrupted shower, and have a normal conversation with someone. — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
Far more than dreading ending up in a care home myself, I dread having to put my husband in one. — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
It was the Victorians who covered the piano legs and drew a heavy curtain over what a lady got up to in her boudoir. — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
In grief, after even the happiest of relationships, we go over things again and again. — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
Childhood doesn't have to be perfect, and children don't have to be beautiful. From a bit of grit may grow a pearl, and if… — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
Characters develop as the book progresses, but any that start to bore me end up in the wastepaper basket. In real life, we may… — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
As well as writing novels and doing short-order journalism, I am also the full-time carer of my husband, who has Alzheimer's. Each day feels… — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
The thing about praising beauty is that good looks are an unforgiving task- master, a Forth Bridge of a maintenance job. The passing years… — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
I'm married to an American, so I guess that has changed my perspective on the subjects I can write about. — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
Personally, my interest in social history ends around 1959, by which time I was an adolescent. I've always attributed this to my particular sensibilities.… — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
My go-to author for knowing it all is Evelyn Waugh. 'A Handful of Dust' is as perfect as a book can get. — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
I'd like to see my grandchildren climb trees, not stand under them. I'd like to see them learn to make bread and brown it… — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
My parents never told me I was beautiful, and for one very good reason. I wasn't. When your child is a tubby, bespectacled little… — Laurie Graham Copy Share Image
