Before Lucy agreed to go out with Ben, she had a question for him

A rush of warmth welcomes me as I open the café door. I take a moment to catch my breath, unbutton my coat and look around for Helen. She’s sitting at our favourite table in the corner, and I give her

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

It was one of those cool misty mornings when Lucy had no firm idea how she wanted to spend her day. Nothing had leapt to the top of her to-do list when today’s planned coffee morning with her daughter

Polly took her place by the window, glad that Corunna Coaches allowed the booking of specific seats on their trips. An important consideration when you weren’t the world’s best traveller and didn’t wa

Linda sighed as she plonked another handful of books onto the coffee table. She shouldn’t have agreed to move into her mum’s bungalow rather than sell it, but Kylie had been very persuasive. ‘Me out o