Clare Mackintosh

‘What meal would you choose, if you could only ever eat that meal three times a day forever and day?’

‘There is a gap in the market for a pet-matching service; a dating agency where experts find you the perfect companion’

‘We tried a hotel once, not realising we’d be trapped in a room from 7pm, drinking warm wine out of plastic toothmugs’

For years I’ve been happily waxing my lyrical on social media in the knowledge that my husband was blissfully unaware of my rants. But no more

The goodbye kiss at the school gate has fallen victim to peer pressure, so how much longer will I be able to cuddle my children?

I hereby solemnly declare that not one part of our Christmas will be home-made

The truth of the matter is despite my best intentions I have failed miserably to train my dog beyond the basics

A literary festival is a chance to leave the house! To wear proper clothes! To stay in a hotel with no children, and the freedom to sleep diagonally across a king-size bed!

The teachers escorted their students away from the mean-spirited woman from the Cotswolds, who resented delaying her journey by two minutes to allow a group of disabled children a stress-free escalator ride

‘I’ve never quite recovered from emerging from the bathroom in my all-together, only to see the top of a ladder appear at my bedroom window’