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Carol was not what you would call a dog person. It wasn’t that she actively disliked the creatures – she just didn’t see the point in having one in the house. All the hassle, the hair everywhere, and

OH, what a good boy. Look at that handsome face. What’s his name?” “It’s, er, Woofles,” Jane said. “Come on then, you – I’m sure the lady’s busy.” “Oh, don’t mind about me, I’m in no rush,” the woman

BACK in my day, they called it misbehaving!” Linda, my glamorous mother-in-law, quips, her blonde highlighted bobbed hair bouncing. I chew on the side of my cheek to stop the words inside me from esca

WHEN Dad said that he and Kirsty were having a baby, I was surprised. Mum had always described Kirsty as “a career woman” and, when I asked her what that meant, she said Kirsty was very focused on her

Y ou’ve done what?’ Mel threw her bag ...

I PEGGED Dad’s Seventies’ psychedelic floral shirt on the section of the clothesline designated for “undies”. It couldn’t be seen by the neighbours. I dreamt of the day my parents would give me their