Angela was in a far-from-festive fix – but her luck changed after an encounter with someone special

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

BONFIRE Night. Roslyn inhaled deeply, relishing the scents drifting on the air. No other time smelled quite like it. Woodsmoke predominated, but sweetened by the competing aromas of toffee apples and

Can I climb up to Santa’s Grotto this year?” Alfie asked. “Can I, Mum, please?” Becky Tanner exchanged a smile with her husband. “I suppose you’re old enough now, Alfie. What do you think, Nick?” “Mus

A h, right. So Phil can’t take you? Well, I can drive you and Jack to the Christmas tree place, Tara,’ my new neighbour Nick offered. ‘Oh, that’s a kind offer. I know it’s a bit early, but we like to

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