Flying the flag

MY mum and dad don’t live together. They split up two years ago, when I was eight. I mostly live with Mum, in our cosy semi-detached house where I have my own bedroom. But I also have my own room in D

I WOKE up after a vivid dream of Eleanor. I’d had quite a few recently. Eleanor was my half-sister. She was older than me – the daughter of Dad’s first wife, Dorrie. My mum only found out he had a fir

Q I have just completed a set of emergency vehicles for a little boy I know, but there is no lifeboat. Living by the coast means this is an important part of his life. I have attached the others to ma

This house has been our family’s home for 60 years, and it’s lovely to have that continuity. My mum was born here on the living room floor, and it used to belong to my late grandparents. It’s set over

“You can’t live here. There are no shops,” my friend Jen stated. We were sitting in the van belonging to the pub I lived in, the Golden Cross, Slough, waiting for my parents who had an interview for t

A MY stared at Aunt Sylvia in horror. “A zip slide!” Amy shook her head in disbelief. “But you’re nearly eighty years old!” Sylvia tutted as she reached over to stop Amy pouring tea into her already f