Our lives, your lives... that’s life!

I WOKE up after a vivid dream of Eleanor. I’d had quite a few recently. Eleanor was my half-sister. She was older than me – the daughter of Dad’s first wife, Dorrie. My mum only found out he had a fir

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SISSIE sighed with relief as a wintry Oban came into view. Her Morris Minor was behaving, but it always felt good to complete the long drive from Glasgow. The sea was sparkling and the air frosty as t

THE wedding is a small affair. Issac had wanted something bigger, but Clara still felt a fraud, despite her brother Joseph’s assurances that Issac really loved her. She regularly pinches herself to se