What could go wrong?

COME on, Jo. You haven’t been out with us for ages,” Gemma chided me, when she phoned. “It’s not good for you sitting about in that poky flat all on your own.” “I’m not on my own. I have Simon,” I cor

IRIS walked slowly to the front door of her Victorian villa in Fairley, a sleepy Sussex village. It had begun, she fumed silently – the “invasion” of her home. Of course, she’d been expecting it. Her

The mini digger we hired was bright yellow. It sounded like a bus and belched out black smoke. Phil, looking like he sat upon a child’s toy, aimed it down the garden after the hire company unloaded it

JAMIE and I had agreed to split up in town. He would get his hair trimmed and a hot towel shave while I chose birthday cards, bought stamps and picked up a silverside from the butcher’s for Sunday lun

TOM! What are you doing here?” I stopped gazing at the empty space in the centre of the table, to throw myself into my fiancé’s arms. “You’re not supposed to be here until tonight,” I told him. “I dec

HI, Greg, love, how’s it going?” Beth asked, signalling to turn into Aunt Julie’s street. She’d been hoping a quick call to her boyfriend on arrival might ease the tension of an hour ago. But the voic