Encountering india

I WAS amazed. Amy had just refused my offer of a trip on Saturday to the new retail park where they’ve got all the big name shops. And this was a fourteen-year-old, fashion-mad girl I’m talking about

YES, I know everyone expects you to have a long face when it’s time to go back to school after the summer holidays – especially here in Scotland, where we go back earlier. But not me. “Kellie loves sc

AND this is where we do laundry, Mum. There are plenty of washers and dryers, so there shouldn’t be a problem.” Linda’s daughter, Jocelyn, waved a hand dismissively as they passed the large laundry ro

CATHY grunted as she struggled to open a jar of marmalade. Standing tall and athletic, amidst boxes piled high on the scarred wooden table in her new farmhouse kitchen, she inhaled the scents of woods

HOW quickly Sylvia’s life had changed! At New Year, she’d wished that the next 12 months would mean better health for her grandmother, a new washing machine for her mother and, if at all possible, a p

NO, Shirley never writes or phones me these days,” Joy told Denise sadly over the phone. “Oh, she never writes or phones me either,” Denise replied with a chuckle. “But she e-mails me.” “You’re on the