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BY JANE CORRY
‘Mum,’ says my son Jack. ��
IT was only Tuesday, and Jane was already missing the twins like mad. She gazed at yesterday’s photo on her phone. The two little girls all dressed up in their new blue uniforms and standing in the pl
Y ou’ve done what?’ Mel threw her bag ...
DEIRDRE leaned back on her sunbed and sighed. The view couldn’t have been more beautiful: rocky arid terrain rising from the sea, boats pottering about in the bay . . . Nearby, a luxury yacht was anch
I’m not sure what woke me up so early – excitement or the desperate need for a wee. These days, my alarm is my bladder. I pull on a loose, comfortable dress and shuffle down the corridor of our holida
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AND this is where we do laundry, Mum. There are plenty of washers and dryers, so there shouldn’t be a problem.” Linda’s daughter, Jocelyn, waved a hand dismissively as they passed the large laundry ro