Growing pains

STARING out of her window at the small garden, Gemma sighed. It was nothing like the large rambling garden she’d had at her old house and there were times when she really missed it. If she were honest

Lucy checked that her hotel door was locked before setting off for breakfast. Forty-five years old and this was the first time she had ever been on holiday alone. At first everything had been a stress

OH, not again,” Mum said. “What’s up, Mum?” I watched her take a deep breath as she put her phone back down on the kitchen side. It was the beginning of the summer holiday after my first year at unive

PAM glanced up at the clock on the far wall of the classroom. Just half an hour to go until the summer holidays began. Six blissful pupil-free weeks, to be spent mostly gardening and binge watching pe

How plastic posies set me free

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