It’s a classic!

If Sophie wanted to leave, she needed to get rid of her husband first

MISS MYRTLE FFORBES took off her knitted bathing suit and eased herself into the scented bathwater. She sighed with bliss. What a fabulous day they’d had at the beach. They’d all swum, even Ena. Granv

AFTER a while, the hole in the bathroom floor became as familiar to Mary as her own reflection in the mirror over the sink. She contacted six tradespersons she found online before one agreed to even c

ELLIE held her breath, hoping this pair would fit. With a quick twist of her fingers, the zip slid smoothly to the top. Gleefully she swivelled in front of the wardrobe mirror, trying to catch herself

S a ffy and Neil had been married ...

I’D like to visit the factory, Raymond,” Helen Steele announced. “We have been in Bedford for more than a fortnight now and I still have not taken a look around.” “You shall,” her husband said. “Let’s