Swings and roundabouts

Y ou’ve done what?’ Mel threw her bag ...

MARCIA watched her grandson Matthew carefully as they toured the sumptuous interior of Moitlet Hall. To the other visitors, it no doubt seemed he was in awe of the opulent furnishings, wonderful artwo

I’LL buy you another one.” Bill patted Emily’s back as she cried inconsolably. “But it was so stupid of me,” she told him. “Why didn’t I take it off?” She’d been working in the garden for four hours i

AND this is where we do laundry, Mum. There are plenty of washers and dryers, so there shouldn’t be a problem.” Linda’s daughter, Jocelyn, waved a hand dismissively as they passed the large laundry ro

DEIRDRE leaned back on her sunbed and sighed. The view couldn’t have been more beautiful: rocky arid terrain rising from the sea, boats pottering about in the bay . . . Nearby, a luxury yacht was anch

A short while after we married, Tom and I made the decision to leave behind our hectic London lives and relocate to the tranquillity of rural living. We wanted a slower pace of life where the countrys