Words of wisdom?

NO, Shirley never writes or phones me these days,” Joy told Denise sadly over the phone. “Oh, she never writes or phones me either,” Denise replied with a chuckle. “But she e-mails me.” “You’re on the

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

ANOTHER look at the dashboard clock: 21.06. The plane’s due to leave in under two hours. With the turn-off for the airport within sight, I ease on to the accelerator, suppressing a groan as the cars i

CATHY grunted as she struggled to open a jar of marmalade. Standing tall and athletic, amidst boxes piled high on the scarred wooden table in her new farmhouse kitchen, she inhaled the scents of woods

YOU know, I do love living in the UK, Maureen, but . . .” “But it’s not much fun on Eurovision night when nobody votes for us?” I supplied. “Well, that certainly seems to be true. Apart from when love

A short while after we married, Tom and I made the decision to leave behind our hectic London lives and relocate to the tranquillity of rural living. We wanted a slower pace of life where the countrys