Flying high

A MY stared at Aunt Sylvia in horror. “A zip slide!” Amy shook her head in disbelief. “But you’re nearly eighty years old!” Sylvia tutted as she reached over to stop Amy pouring tea into her already f

I WOKE up after a vivid dream of Eleanor. I’d had quite a few recently. Eleanor was my half-sister. She was older than me – the daughter of Dad’s first wife, Dorrie. My mum only found out he had a fir

Maisy’s first trip out with her dad was bittersweet but magical

MY mum and dad don’t live together. They split up two years ago, when I was eight. I mostly live with Mum, in our cosy semi-detached house where I have my own bedroom. But I also have my own room in D

IT’S A FUNNY OLD WORLD

What a shame the girls are poorly. I love you all visiting, especially on my birthday,” Betty said, gazing at her granddaughter, Pat. Seeing her great grandkids was always the highlight of her day and