The maize maze

L AURA phoned her mother, trying to keep her voice light. “Hello, Mum, I’ve got a bit of news,” she said. “Hannah’s moving in with her boyfriend. “I need to either get a new flatmate, or try to find s

IT’S perfect,” I said. “Just think of all the time I’ll save on commuting. I’ll even be able to come home for lunch if I want to.” Mum didn’t look convinced. Of course, she was pleased that I’d found

You’re parked illegally. I’m going to have to give you a ticket.” I sounded fair but firm, honest, just like all good police officers. I’m Izzy and I’ll be eight in four months’ time. “I’m not parked

‘A re you sure you want the car?’ Angie ...

Sally was on a mission – and she had her eyes on the prize

NOTHING said “home” like the kitchen of Nant-y-Bri Farm at breakfast time. Delicious frying pan smells hung heavy in the air and the scrape of cutlery on willow pattern plates indicated the family had