“You can’t live here. There are no shops,” my friend Jen stated. We were sitting in the van belonging to the pub I lived in, the Golden Cross, Slough, waiting for my parents who had an interview for t

Our pick of your best letters and some wise words from our favourite stars…

I can’t go to my pitch every single day like I used to because I have moved to Newport and it’s a long way from there. I have to take the train and the bus so it takes time and sometimes I can’t affor

The house next door had stood empty for many months and the weeds in the overgrown garden were spreading into my flower borders, becoming a nuisance. I’d taken early retirement when Jack became too il

It is raining sideways in north Wales when Nick Knowles joins our Zoom. He has just come off site at a DIY SOS Big Build, soaked, wind-blown and apologising for being late. There has been, he explains

THE summer of 2012 hadn’t been going well for Libby Elliot. Her lovely eighty-five-year-old father Tony had been hit by a car and was recovering in hospital. However Libby’s luck was about to change.