“Outside the door, a teller with a blue rosette chomps on an apple and asks for my number. She smiles a thank you and reveals a ghastly, gaping tunnel of masticated apple, edge with violent mauve lipstick seemingly applied by… — Maddie Grigg Copy Share Image
“Outside the door, a teller with a blue rosette chomps on an apple and asks for my number. She smiles a thank you and… — Maddie Grigg Copy Share Image
“I am in Waterstones looking at all the chick lit rubbish on the shelves. In a fit of pique, I turn them round so… — Maddie Grigg Copy Share Image
“Elsie's shop was a treasure chest, where green wellies and waxed jackets originated way before Hunter and Barbour became household names. If she did… — Maddie Grigg Copy Share Image
