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The golf season was here – could Judy make the most of it?
BY JANE BURNS
Keith screamed as he leapt out of the way. The wild-looking animal glared at him, gave a loud grunt and bared its sharp teeth. That was more than enough for Keith. Any ideas of bravery or overcoming h
TESS was completely disorientated when she woke up. Her eyes flickered open and she found herself facing an unfamiliar pale green wall. The room, wherever it was, held a faint hint of the new wallpape
Ben hunched over in the cab of the lorry, eyes cast down, earphones firmly in place. He tugged his hoodie further over his face and ramped up his music, trying to drown out his stepdad, along with the
DETECTIVE Constable Judy Mullins tried not to come across as too eager, but it was her first week in CID. Being a detective was all she’d ever wanted. She was new to the town and didn’t know the area,
Don’t forget the clocks go back tomorrow, Vanessa,” was the last thing my husband, Matt said to me, as he headed off for his golf tournament on Friday afternoon. My idea of a fun weekend was a spa day
IT was Penny’s original suggestion that transformed my five-year hermit-like existence. In fact, it would become a game-changer for me. It all began when Frank, my late husband, applied for an allotme