The long haul

THAT’S it. It stops right now.” To add oomph to the point, Gloria smacked the soft arms of her chair with her palms. Idly Scott noticed the small puffs of dust that arose and made a mental note that i

JOSH dabbed expertly at the cut he’d just finished sewing up. He’d made a neat job of it and it should heal very nicely, leaving only a line. It wouldn’t be seen, anyway, once the cat’s fur grew back.

Stumbling over the soft sand, Rachel wished she had worn her flat sandals. Her husband Nik, hands in pockets, walked a few paces ahead. The evening sun glinted off the silver that had recently appeare

The first time I experienced empty nest syndrome it came as a huge shock to my system. I wasn’t prepared for the sense of loss I would feel when my eldest daughter, Mia, left home to go to university.

I LOOKED at my allocated “bed” underneath the back window of the caravan and wondered. Firstly, about my chances of getting a good night since I was already sleeping badly. And secondly, what madness

SOMETIMES it felt as if I was the only competent one in the family. Take our big American trip, for instance. Everyone – my husband and all the kids – had been bungling it from the start. I suppose th