It’s a classic!

DEIRDRE leaned back on her sunbed and sighed. The view couldn’t have been more beautiful: rocky arid terrain rising from the sea, boats pottering about in the bay . . . Nearby, a luxury yacht was anch

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

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

The idea came to Jess when she was least expecting it. A true lightbulb moment. She’d ask Sylvia if she could borrow her lucky dress. This interview had been playing on her mind for days and the Lucky

RETIREMENT, for Maisie, had exceeded all expectations so far. In the year since she’d stopped working, she had established a new daily routine that involved lots of walking, reading and meeting friend

BELINDA ran down the lane towards the beach. In the early morning light, the sea was a metallic blue, streaked with amber. She inhaled the air and beamed. It was her favourite time of year – late summ