'It's as if the revolution was here again. They are storming the Winter Palace on my own doorstep.' In Palmerston Road, Reading, there is a crisis...

'I don't know what muck you're trying to rake now... all I know is, I was his mother and nothing can change that.'

If you ought to finish that bathroom, but NATO goes on Nuclear Alert, and curious people appear at the bottom of your garden - you dig a hole to hide in, don't you?

Jack Flea finds himself living with a woman nearly twice his age, who decides to make him her fantasy child. It is a role our young hero cannot resist.

Don likes to keep the memory of his childhood safe in cold storage, far away in Dorset. His mother's death forces him to return home.

When I was young, only seventeen, I walked the hills and pathways green, I knew not of life; of care had none And the boy who loved me was tender, and young.