Artistic licence

STARING out of her window at the small garden, Gemma sighed. It was nothing like the large rambling garden she’d had at her old house and there were times when she really missed it. If she were honest

RYAN BROWN?” Louise blurted out as her childhood nemesis walked into the community hall. “Oh, you two already know each other. That’s brilliant,” Millie, the meeting organiser, said. “Just fantastic.”

IT was what Wendy’s mum would have called a “mulling things over” day. As Wendy gazed out of the café window, puffy clouds sailed in a sky of stone-washed denim. It was the sort of day she and Ray had

AFTER a while, the hole in the bathroom floor became as familiar to Mary as her own reflection in the mirror over the sink. She contacted six tradespersons she found online before one agreed to even c

Mo Ingham made it clear to the other residents that another meeting with the various parties wasn’t enough. “We can have meetings with the council until the cows come home, and with this flash archite

S a ffy and Neil had been married ...