Word from the wise

GEORGIA wasn’t supposed to be at her grandparents’ house that day. Her plan had been to go up to her boyfriend’s house in Manchester. She was to be set off early from work, getting there in good time

THIS is delicious, Mum,” Demi said, taking another spoonful of apple pie. “I can never get my pastry as light as yours.” “Cold fingers!” Sheila said. “Not to mention that I’ve been making the same rec

NOTHING said “home” like the kitchen of Nant-y-Bri Farm at breakfast time. Delicious frying pan smells hung heavy in the air and the scrape of cutlery on willow pattern plates indicated the family had

NORMA sat on her parents’ sofa and sipped her tea. It was Saturday afternoon, one of her favourite times of the week. She’d finished work at the newsagents at lunchtime and now, she had a relaxing aft

Granny,” says Molly when she comes round from school as she always does. “May I tell you something?” “Of course, love.” Molly and I have always been close. I thank my lucky stars that my daughter had

‘A re you sure you want the car?’ Angie ...