Hold the line!

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

G av drove home, glancing up at the ...

RIGHT,” Hayden said, when Martin answered his front door. “What’s this I hear about you coming a cropper when no-one’s looking?” Martin rolled an inward eye at this brisk greeting from his elderly nei

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

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

Helen Harris always enjoyed her afternoon tea with Martha Evert, and as she knocked on the door carrying a treat of two chocolate muffins, she looked forward to an hour or two of catching up with her