SARAH DITUM

G av drove home, glancing up at the ...

IRIS walked slowly to the front door of her Victorian villa in Fairley, a sleepy Sussex village. It had begun, she fumed silently – the “invasion” of her home. Of course, she’d been expecting it. Her

Helen Harris always enjoyed her afternoon tea with Martha Evert, and as she knocked on the door carrying a treat of two chocolate muffins, she looked forward to an hour or two of catching up with her

RIGHT,” Hayden said, when Martin answered his front door. “What’s this I hear about you coming a cropper when no-one’s looking?” Martin rolled an inward eye at this brisk greeting from his elderly nei

TOM! What are you doing here?” I stopped gazing at the empty space in the centre of the table, to throw myself into my fiancé’s arms. “You’re not supposed to be here until tonight,” I told him. “I dec