Force of nature

NO, Shirley never writes or phones me these days,” Joy told Denise sadly over the phone. “Oh, she never writes or phones me either,” Denise replied with a chuckle. “But she e-mails me.” “You’re on the

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

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

ANOTHER look at the dashboard clock: 21.06. The plane’s due to leave in under two hours. With the turn-off for the airport within sight, I ease on to the accelerator, suppressing a groan as the cars i

CATHY grunted as she struggled to open a jar of marmalade. Standing tall and athletic, amidst boxes piled high on the scarred wooden table in her new farmhouse kitchen, she inhaled the scents of woods

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