James Runcie Author of The Grantchester Mysteries I met Lucy at a dinner party in the early 1980s. By the main course we were holding hands under the table. She told me she was about to go travelling in China. By the time we reached the pudding I told her that I would wait, and
‘And what exactly is it about the new nose that you’re not happy with?’
‘He’s the best window cleaner I’ve ever had.’
Christmas truce
‘Well, this is disappointing. I was hoping there’d be more clothes.’
‘What ho ho ho, Jeeves!’
‘You wait ages for a ship, then three come sailing in at once.’
‘Wow, it makes you feel really significant, doesn’t it?’
‘You have reached your destination.’
‘You’re completely out of touch with how ordinary people live!’
‘They only agreed to join in with charades if they could include video games as a category.’
There were rumours that she had slept her way to the top.
‘To be honest, Santa, I preferred you before you went hipster.’
‘I bring glad tweetings.’
‘What’s our exit strategy?
