Flying the nest

Childhood memories bring a new sense of purpose to Evelyn

your kids your laughs your friends ...

your kids ♥ your laughs ♥ your friends ♥ your world ♥

Her son had come to a decision, but had he thought it through?

I WAS only five when Elaine first came into my life. She was tall and dark skinned, with a perfume that smelled of roses and big necklaces in bright colours that bounced as she laughed. Whenever my da

BYE, Mum, Dad. See you later!” fifteen-year-old Ailsa called, heading for the door. Her mum stopped her. “Oh no, you don’t. Breakfast first.” “There’s food laid on. Trish told me,” Ailsa said. “You’re