Ava thought that men had their uses – they were excellent at fetching her drinks and mink stoles when she needed them, buying meals and paying for clothes and all that – but she probably wouldn’t go s

STAY still,” a strong, male voice commanded from the gloom. The autumn sun was setting on Wildwood Cottage, silhouetting its undulating structure dramatically against a charcoal and orange sky. “Well,

Joanne was on cloud nine with her cabin crew fella. But when he grew close to a co-worker, she sensed turbulence ahead…

The mini digger we hired was bright yellow. It sounded like a bus and belched out black smoke. Phil, looking like he sat upon a child’s toy, aimed it down the garden after the hire company unloaded it

An encounter in the hospital waiting room

She was bright and cheerful – but bus driver Bert dreaded seeing her at the next stop