A burning passion

CHRISTMAS cracker jokes aren’t meant to make you laugh; they’re meant to be groan-worthy. And if they elicit an eyeroll as well, I consider it a job well done,” laughs Julian Reed who, as head joke wr

D inah was not a Christmas cook. Her ...

HELLO, little one!” Penny Dauntless greeted a robin-redbreast, who cocked his head as she pushed along her trolley of post on the daily round. “How often is there such a perfect mid-December morning?”

IT’S all over town, Ada,” Mrs Francome declared, leaning forward with her basket. “Butter and bacon to be rationed once Christmas ends! “That’ll be just the start, mark my words.” “It’s already starte

You can’t put that there. It’s not safe!” Emma picked up the heavy sack of colourfully wrapped presents she had just placed on the table and stretched her aching back. The gruff voice was coming from

It looked like a bleak Christmas for all – until Becky had a bright idea