When you’re smiling

S tella is quicker than usual eating her breakfast. Taking worried glances out of the window just in case the cornflower blue sky might fill with dark, angry clouds, the sun obscured behind a mass of

You need the hardest of hearts not to love a love story, and one that raises a laugh as the course of true love fails to run smoothly only ups the feelgood factor. This is borne out by the fact that f

Iris climbed down from the donkey cart that had given her a lift from Penzance station, being careful not to ladder her best stockings, and walked up the narrow lane to Nantolven Farm. There was no si

Morning, Claudette! What have you got to sing to us today?” “Morning, Claudette! Would you do an old favourite for me? It was the first song that my husband – bless his soul – and I danced to. It’s ca

The summer holidays go too fast,” Sarah sighed. Dawn raised her sunglasses to her forehead and glared at her friend. “You’ve had six weeks off work. Most of us have to make do with a fortnight.” Sarah

THERE had to be at least 30 kids, milling around the ferry terminal like ants. “Why do people transport kids at night, anyway?” Julia asked her client, Mr Berry, who was chief buyer for the ferry cong