Furry friends

STARING out of her window at the small garden, Gemma sighed. It was nothing like the large rambling garden she’d had at her old house and there were times when she really missed it. If she were honest

Louise Brinton-Clarke had lost all hope until a standoffish tabby cat sauntered into her life

PAM glanced up at the clock on the far wall of the classroom. Just half an hour to go until the summer holidays began. Six blissful pupil-free weeks, to be spent mostly gardening and binge watching pe

When my nineteen-year-old niece, Bethany, asked if she could stay with me for a month ‘to find herself’, what could I say? I’d come here myself from the city last summer to recover from a failed relat

J e an’s hand trembled as she pulled ...

MUM?” Becky said. “When did you know Dad was the man for you?” “What? Pretty early, I think,” Frances replied, taken aback. “It’s so far in the past, I can’t remember.” “It’s important. Try and think