AS you know, Anne and I are early bedders, but there is one night in the year Anne insists we stay up till midnight. That, as you can guess, is New Year’s Eve. On the stroke of midnight Anne pours out

RIGHT. I have come to a decision,” Mel said one weekend, as she cleared away the breakfast things. “In that case, I’m off. Bye, Mum, see you later!” “Wait, Seth. Stay exactly where you are! You have n

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I’M bored.” Ruth looked up from her magazine. How could something so crammed with TV programme listings have so little in it? “There’s nothing on, Max,” she said. Her husband turned his head. “Nothing

Rise and shine with a traditional Irish breakfast, from marmalade cake and banana muffins to waffles and wheaten farls

ICE cream with Christmas pudding?” June’s eyes were wide as she stared at her sister Trish, sitting opposite her in the Willow Café. “Yes, I’ll be serving ice cream on Christmas Day.” Trish smiled as