A story of a hot potato

TYPICAL!” Peter moaned,as they sat in the traffic gazing at the rain. “The hottest summer for years and we choose a week when it rains.” “A change is as good as a rest.” Joy smiled. The traffic began

WINDY, windy weather, we all blow together!” Hannah Kington laughed as she ran along the pavement, hand in hand with her five-year-old twins, Daisy and Amy. She could remember playing this game when s

WHY do we still come to the Lakes?” Livvy groaned. “It always rains. Most of my friends have gone to Spain or Greece for their summer holiday. “They’ll come back with tans and photos of sandy beaches

DARLING, are you awake?” I asked. It was just after two in the morning. “Yes dear – are you?” I know I sometimes talk in my sleep, but this was the first time I’ve ever asked a question! “There’s some

Joan knew her plan was a daring one, but would it work?

It’s a funny old world