In a pickle

Come on, girls, buck up and let’s get this show on the road. We can’t stand still and rest on our laurels – we must be innovative. Improve and modernise, that’s the key to a successful business!” Just

I made myself scrambled eggs for Sunday breakfast, accompanied by a toasted sourdough English muffin from the farmers’ market and my favourite coffee in my favourite mug. I had the latest Richard Osma

Lou stirred her hot chocolate. Her half-hearted diet wasn’t going well, or rather, had never truly started. It felt impossible in this chilly weather to contemplate salads and bottled water instead of

SIPPING coffee with Paula in their favourite café, Liz correctly guessed her friend’s first question. “Well, how did your mother-in-law’s visit go?” Liz smiled. “Very well. Justine is lovely, funny an

SIMONE sat opposite Yasmin in the coffee shop. Yasmin was talking about her kids, her face animated, her curls swinging as she laughed. Yasmin had a knack of drawing her friends in with her warmth. Si

NATALIE had done it again: spoken without thinking. Honestly, she sometimes thought she consisted of two people. There was the sensible Natalie who recycled her cardboard, and an inner, loose-lipped N