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THERE could be no doubt about it – Julie was a handful. Brought up by her grandparents when her wayward mother took off, Julie seemed to have spent her young life on a mission to prove that she was no

TESS was completely disorientated when she woke up. Her eyes flickered open and she found herself facing an unfamiliar pale green wall. The room, wherever it was, held a faint hint of the new wallpape

LIB, I’ve been thinking,” Ava said. Libby looked up from the frying pan, where the onions were just browning nicely. “Oh? Another one of your ideas?” “Maybe.” Ava tapped her lip with her finger. Lifti

OH yes!” Jean said suddenly. “I knew there was something I meant to ask you, Maureen. “Do you have a really good writing pad?” We were sitting in my conservatory, letting our tummies settle after scof

Thanks for coming in today, Bea,” said Jason, the commissioning editor at Bluestone Press, where Bea was interviewing for yet another assistant job. “We’ll be in touch.” “Okay, great,” replied Bea, fo

They all started out on different paths – from sales offices to science labs – but each of these professional bakers found purpose and joy in baking. Here, they tell Jill Foster why it has become a passion that continues to nourish their souls