Short stories by a undeservedly forgotten author. I had the pleasure of meeting Celia Fremlin, modest, humorous and friendly. Asked how her writing of novels of ‘psychological suspense’ she cited her brother’s teasing. After being told NOT to scare her with monster stories he again made her scream from their bedroom. Wide eyed he told their parents ‘But I was only telling her there WASN’T a monster hiding in the wardrobe, and it DIDN’T have sharp teeth and claws...’

Going to a neighbour met online during lockdown.