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BY KITTY JOHNSON
It’s amazing how different an empt
Iris climbed down from the donkey cart that had given her a lift from Penzance station, being careful not to ladder her best stockings, and walked up the narrow lane to Nantolven Farm. There was no si
JOSH dabbed expertly at the cut he’d just finished sewing up. He’d made a neat job of it and it should heal very nicely, leaving only a line. It wouldn’t be seen, anyway, once the cat’s fur grew back.
Many years ago a friend taught me how to make teddy bears, and I still have a few that are precious to me. But the bear that I treasure the most is a very tiny bear hand stitched by my friend as a spe
A hammock? Are you sure?” Harriet would have been amused at the horror on Malcolm’s face if she hadn’t felt mildly insulted. “You asked me what I want for my birthday, and that’s my answer.” “But you’
It has been a long drive, but I need to get as far away from the city as possible. Somewhere near Andover the stupidity of what I’m doing hits me and I pull into a service station, get out of the car
Her husband was on a life or death mission – but Jess needed him too