Fly away home

THERE we go. I’ll print out a couple of photos to pop in with this for Patricia and it will be ready to post.” Sheila slid her letter into the envelope. Ashley, who was lounging on the couch stroking

He’s not going to make it, George. If you don’t come and make your peace, you’ll regret it forever.” It was Brize who told me. He had driven over from his Field Hospital to find me. Timing was fortuna

GRAN, can’t you do something about him? I’m trying to concentrate on my homework here.” Wendy’s thirteen-year-old granddaughter had the eye roll and withering tone down perfectly as she motioned towar

Are you sure, love? Why not go on a nice holiday with a friend instead?” “Honestly, Mum,” Lucy said, a touch impatiently. “I’m thirty, not a teenager! I want to travel, be on my own for a while. Since

WILL your grandad be coming to the Remembrance Day lunch, Joy?” Stella’s mum asked hopefully. “I was just –” “Mum!” Stella flashed her mother a warning look, then slid her eyes towards the stairs. We’

IRIS walked slowly to the front door of her Victorian villa in Fairley, a sleepy Sussex village. It had begun, she fumed silently – the “invasion” of her home. Of course, she’d been expecting it. Her