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

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WE are lucky enough to see a lot of our two youngest grandsons. They live in the next town but go to school and nursery in our town. With their parents working, that leaves plenty of opportunities for

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