The mini digger we hired was bright yellow. It sounded like a bus and belched out black smoke. Phil, looking like he sat upon a child’s toy, aimed it down the garden after the hire company unloaded it

COULD it really be that time of year again already? If Christmases came round quickly, then wedding anniversaries came even faster, Jeanette thought. Ewan would have to be reminded, of course, if Jean

Helen Harris always enjoyed her afternoon tea with Martha Evert, and as she knocked on the door carrying a treat of two chocolate muffins, she looked forward to an hour or two of catching up with her

IRIS walked slowly to the front door of her Victorian villa in Fairley, a sleepy Sussex village. It had begun, she fumed silently – the “invasion” of her home. Of course, she’d been expecting it. Her

The big question: what do men think about?

As a father, I should have been suspicious when Michael turned up looking so smart. He was taking my daughter, Katie, out for a meal but was wearing a neat blue jacket and he’d had his hair cut. Katie