Daddy’s home

NOTHING said “home” like the kitchen of Nant-y-Bri Farm at breakfast time. Delicious frying pan smells hung heavy in the air and the scrape of cutlery on willow pattern plates indicated the family had

Sally was on a mission – and she had her eyes on the prize

POPPY, can you come up here?” Kim called downstairs to her fourteen-year-old daughter. “I’m busy. Can it wait?” “No.” A few minutes passed, then a figure appeared at the foot of the stairs. Black hood

L AURA phoned her mother, trying to keep her voice light. “Hello, Mum, I’ve got a bit of news,” she said. “Hannah’s moving in with her boyfriend. “I need to either get a new flatmate, or try to find s

SNOWFLAKES swirled in the pale morning, blanketing Meadowbrook’s rooftops and telephone wires in a pewter hush. The world was muffled, but inside the Bloom Room, February’s chill melted into a steamy

ME? Post a Valentine’s card to a man – for you, Miss Dora?” Ellen, Dora Luscombe’s maid, gasped, her brown eyes wide with disbelief and curiosity. Studying her young mistress, bereft of her father jus