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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

L AURA phoned her mother, trying to keep her voice light. “Hello, Mum, I’ve got a bit of news,” she said. “Hannah’s moving in with her boyfriend. “I need to either get a new flatmate, or try to find s

I HOPE this is the last time I’ll sit at home watching the Winter Olympics on telly,” I said. Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean were kneeling on the ice. “In four years’ time, I want to be there, cov

BRUSHING wind-whipped hair from her eyes, Catriona crouched, scanning the colourful smorgasbord of stones, seaweed and shells on the shoreline. There! Half-hidden under an empty limpet. A cowrie. Gent

ABBIE Whitrow heard the clang of metal on tarmac. She wondered if something had fallen off the bottom of her car. She had got it from a private seller, after noticing a handwritten ad stuck to its win

MORNINGS at the Coffee Pod officially began the moment Primrose flipped the laminated sign from Sorry We’re Closed to the inviting We’re Open! Come On In! Unofficially, of course, they began a good sp