Out in the wash

I made myself scrambled eggs for Sunday breakfast, accompanied by a toasted sourdough English muffin from the farmers’ market and my favourite coffee in my favourite mug. I had the latest Richard Osma

A VISIT to the local coffee shop following their Pilates class had become a welcome routine for the three retired friends. One morning Lyn ordered her favourite flat white, insisting she wanted nothin

Lou stirred her hot chocolate. Her half-hearted diet wasn’t going well, or rather, had never truly started. It felt impossible in this chilly weather to contemplate salads and bottled water instead of

Debbie exited the city office where she worked and made her way to the car park, the heels of her shoes clicking against the pavement as she walked. “Look out,” a voice shouted, and a hand pulled her

TURN right at the end of the road,” the satnav said to the two women seated in the little green van. “Ooh, almost there. We always said we’d live together, didn’t we?” Tilly said. “That’s true. I sort

J AS tapped the shiny knocker twice, then stepped back, glancing at Priya. “Are you sure this is the right flat?” Priya held up the sealed envelope, showing the typed address. “Number three, Oak Avenu