The maize maze

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

YOU don’t even speak to him. I don’t understand why we have to go.” Mia was being difficult again. Eliza glanced at her daughter’s pouting face in the rear view mirror, and her slight crow’s feet deep

George did more than just deliver food…

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

OH, how I was looking forward to my birthday! Now that the war was finally over, I could have a proper party, like I’d had when I was small. All through the years, I’d never forgotten how my little ch

‘C ome on, let’s get your supper,’ May said ...