The christmas breakfast

GRAN, you know I love the hotel. But I’m not the person you need,” Emma said. “You publicise those events you run,” her gran, Betty, replied. “I’m sure you could use some of those skills to help build

She’ll win Wimbledon next year, you’ll see.” As Virginia Wade’s losing this match, I’m not convinced, but Auntie Viv – or Viv, since I’m not to call her Auntie because it makes her feel old and she’s

So, what do you think we should get Elsie this year? She’ll be a hundred and one next Saturday.” Jemma beckoned her husband over to her laptop where ‘Granny Gifts’ ranging from bird baths to potted ja

Enough! I can’t take any more,’ yelled Erin, storming out and slamming the door. Any hope of family harmony instantly vanished along with her dream weekend relaxing in a luxurious retreat. Marching al

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

THE clamour of seagulls woke Frances. For a moment, she was disorientated. Not so much in place – she knew this bedroom well – as in time. She had the odd feeling that none of the last 30-odd years ha