Poppy’s school reunion

A school reunion, a glass of bubbly and two fabulous misfits

Marrows. Homemade jam and chutney. Fresh eggs. Friendship bracelets. “Mummy, what’s that big, stripy green thing?” Ruby’s six-year-old daughter, Violet, pointed at the large vegetable sitting on the s

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

SKYE, your parents are here with me.” Skye had to resist the temptation to end the call at once. “You don’t understand. They’re the reason I’m running away –” “They told me what the matter is,” Steph

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