The secret of braidburn manor

MISS MYRTLE FFORBES took off her knitted bathing suit and eased herself into the scented bathwater. She sighed with bliss. What a fabulous day they’d had at the beach. They’d all swum, even Ena. Granv

I’D like to visit the factory, Raymond,” Helen Steele announced. “We have been in Bedford for more than a fortnight now and I still have not taken a look around.” “You shall,” her husband said. “Let’s

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

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BYE, Mum, Dad. See you later!” fifteen-year-old Ailsa called, heading for the door. Her mum stopped her. “Oh no, you don’t. Breakfast first.” “There’s food laid on. Trish told me,” Ailsa said. “You’re

CAN you take care of the wedding party rooms this shift, please, Kelly? I know you haven’t been here long, but we have two room attendants still off with flu, so we’re very short staffed. “I don’t kno