Something’s cooking

PAULA KERR slipped in through the back door of her granny’s house, trying not to make a sound. She could smell the dough and knew her granny did not like to be disturbed while she was mixing dough for

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

WILL your grandad be coming to the Remembrance Day lunch, Joy?” Stella’s mum asked hopefully. “I was just –” “Mum!” Stella flashed her mother a warning look, then slid her eyes towards the stairs. We’

ISOBEL had known that living in her old childhood home would bring back memories. However, she never expected so many, or for them to be so vivid. Sometimes, in the last minutes before waking, she ima

Mae pulled her car in close to the curb, directly opposite the small two-bedroom bungalow belonging to her grandmother. She paused for a moment. Mae made a conscious effort to visit at least once a we

Traditionally, grandmas aren’t supposed to look like Twiggy. With her blonde shoulder-length hair, youthful complexion and trim figure garbed in a trendy burgundy-hued leather biker-style jacket, hot-