Furry friends

AMELIA arrives home from her half-day at work. She has the week’s shopping and quickly squirrels everything away, leaving just her children’s magazines on the kitchen table. Seeing she only has three-

TURN right at the end of the road,” the satnav said to the two women seated in the little green van. “Ooh, almost there. We always said we’d live together, didn’t we?” Tilly said. “That’s true. I sort

COME on, Auntie Jo – your turn!” Seven-year-old Sophie pushed the little cubes of wood across the table towards her aunt. Jo glanced at the clock and sighed. Still another 10 minutes before her niece

Apart from the For Sale board, the house didn’t look any different from the last time I was here. Six months ago now. The day of my father’s funeral. A memory of how fragile my mother appeared that da

IT was one of those overheard snatches of conversations that immediately makes you keen to hear the rest of it. “You know, I really wasn’t in the mood to go,” the woman on the seat in front of me was

Lou stirred her hot chocolate. Her half-hearted diet wasn’t going well, or rather, had never truly started. It felt impossible in this chilly weather to contemplate salads and bottled water instead of