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BY GABRIELLE MULLARKEY
The workmen digg
G av drove home, glancing up at the ...
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
MARIE peered out of the front room window, wondering if people would be on time. And not only that – what if nobody showed? She let the net curtain drop, listening to the kettle whistling in the kitch
What memories lay within its crumbling walls? Fiona was about to find out
Did doing good really reap rewards? Emma decided to give it a try
Mae pulled her car in close to the curb, directly opposite the small two-bedroom bungalow belonging to her grandmother. She paused for a moment. Mae made a conscious effort to visit at least once a we