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HAMISH, I’m just going down to the shops to buy another couple of workbooks for the children,” Nora called out. Hamish rolled his eyes. “They’d probably prefer to collect tadpoles from the pond in the

GINNY glanced nervously at the tree and the gifts beneath it. She hoped she’d done the right thing. “It’ll be fine, love,” John said, putting an arm round her shoulder. “They’re our grandkids. They’ll

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Left to die on Christmas Eve, Grampa deserved so much more

IT wasn’t the weather that bothered Gina so much in winter. It was the lack of light. She craved sunshine, blue skies and the kind of white light that elevated whole days, lifting the spirit and promi