“We didn't, after all, sing "Another One Bites The Dust" as the coffin was carried out; Hazel and the vicar had settled instead on the more traditional "How Great Thou Art". And Aunty Rose's old adversary the mayor was pressed… — Danielle Hawkins Copy Share Image
“I briefly considered bashing her to death with the soup ladle before reluctantly deciding that, as satisfying as that would be, it probably wasn't… — Danielle Hawkins Copy Share Image
“He doesn't realise how much it hurts me when he's so curt," his mother said sorrowfully. "He doesn't mean it," I said. "It's just calving. I expect every dairy farmer in the country is being rude to his mother just now." "It's Rose, too," she told me. "He's such a dear boy Josie; it's tearing him apart to see her… — Danielle Hawkins Copy Share
“Percy had shrunk to the size of a chihuahua and was perched on the kitchen table watching me make a bacon and egg pie.… — Danielle Hawkins Copy Share Image
“I picked her up and carried her down the hall to the bathroom, just a pitiful skeleton with skin stretched over the top and a great red scar across her chest. She sank onto the plastic seat we had got from the hospital and closed her eyes as I washed her, leaning her poor bald head back exhaustedly against the… — Danielle Hawkins Copy Share
“I woke up horribly early the next morning to the sound of some sadistic bastard operating an electric hedge-trimmer just outside the window. I lay for a while hoping this prat would be struck by lightning or washed away in a bizarre flash flood. Neither happened, so I groaned and rolled out of bed. My skull had shrunk so that… — Danielle Hawkins Copy Share
“The words "when you're better" hung between us like smoke from a snuffed candle - what if she wasn't going to get better ?… — Danielle Hawkins Copy Share Image
“I continued past the door of the Pink Room to look round her door. She was propped on her pillows with The Sentimental Bloke… — Danielle Hawkins Copy Share Image
“He really is a first-class waste of space, isn't he ?" "Thank you" I said. It's nice when the people you love share your… — Danielle Hawkins Copy Share Image
“Aunty Rose's scones were small windowless buildings - if you could manage to worry one down it sat and sulked at the bottom of… — Danielle Hawkins Copy Share Image
“We didn't, after all, sing "Another One Bites The Dust" as the coffin was carried out; Hazel and the vicar had settled instead on… — Danielle Hawkins Copy Share Image
