That’s my hat!

Gloria Hunniford is running a little late for our interview. Not content with filming an episode of Loose Women, she then had a long lunch with friends before squeezing in a dog walk. It wouldn’t be s

S tella is quicker than usual eating her breakfast. Taking worried glances out of the window just in case the cornflower blue sky might fill with dark, angry clouds, the sun obscured behind a mass of

KATY stretched and yawned. She felt refreshed by the fragrance of rosemary floating in through her bedroom window from pots outside the apartment’s main entrance, three storeys down. She rubbed sleep

Morning, Claudette! What have you got to sing to us today?” “Morning, Claudette! Would you do an old favourite for me? It was the first song that my husband – bless his soul – and I danced to. It’s ca

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.