Down the line

DOREEN was cleaning her bedroom window when she looked down and saw her daughter come in by the back gate. The young woman took a deep breath before she started walking down the path. Oh, no! Not anot

I HOPE this is the last time I’ll sit at home watching the Winter Olympics on telly,” I said. Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean were kneeling on the ice. “In four years’ time, I want to be there, cov

Linda sighed as she plonked another handful of books onto the coffee table. She shouldn’t have agreed to move into her mum’s bungalow rather than sell it, but Kylie had been very persuasive. ‘Me out o

THE Number 42 bus wheezed to a stop at the corner of Church Street. Sylvia Bennett climbed aboard with two shopping bags over her arm, filled with tea bags, digestives, cauliflower and a copy of her f

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

Polly took her place by the window, glad that Corunna Coaches allowed the booking of specific seats on their trips. An important consideration when you weren’t the world’s best traveller and didn’t wa