Crossing paths

SATURDAYS were no fun when Mum was on shift. She’d made it clear that while she was at the hospital, whoever was left in the house was expected to get on with all the jobs that had to be done. Today t

FREE! I’m free at last!” “Oh, Lionel, anyone would think you’d just been released from prison,” Jeanette, his wife, replied. “Well, I have. Since I decided to retire, working my notice has seemed like

S a ffy and Neil had been married ...

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

It came out of nowhere, and I happened to be with Angela at the time. She’s my sister. Growing up I’d always been the plain one – gawky, angular, with a bump on my nose and wiry red hair it had taken

Childhood memories bring a new sense of purpose to Evelyn