MORNINGS at the Coffee Pod officially began the moment Primrose flipped the laminated sign from Sorry We’re Closed to the inviting We’re Open! Come On In! Unofficially, of course, they began a good sp

A rush of warmth welcomes me as I open the café door. I take a moment to catch my breath, unbutton my coat and look around for Helen. She’s sitting at our favourite table in the corner, and I give her

THE WINNING STORY

ICY sleet hit the restaurant window, making me glad I was in the warmth of the restaurant, until Luca appeared from the kitchen, wearing a frown. “Sorry, bella Bella, we’ve another order for delivery,

It had been years since Alice had been up here properly. The loft ladder was rickety and she hated the dark, cobwebby mess of it all. But, with just a month to go, she had no choice but to get on with

Judy Blume’s Superfudge was in our tiny school library, and I wolfed it down at the age of eight. From then, I was side-by-side with all of Judy’s kids, right the way up to 17-year-old Katherine in Fo