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Libby was excited to go round to Fiona’s for supper . . .
BY BETH WATSO
HAYLEY grabbed her toolbox from the back of the van and walked up the pathway. Ever since seeing the address on the worksheet, she’d been looking forward to this job. The house was just three doors aw
JOSH dabbed expertly at the cut he’d just finished sewing up. He’d made a neat job of it and it should heal very nicely, leaving only a line. It wouldn’t be seen, anyway, once the cat’s fur grew back.
S tella is quicker than usual eating her breakfast. Taking worried glances out of the window just in case the cornflower blue sky might fill with dark, angry clouds, the sun obscured behind a mass of
As soon as she’d put her daughter’s ironing away, Ruth went back downstairs to ask Ashley how the curtains were coming on. “They’re almost finished,” Ashley told her, stopping the new sewing machine.
A hammock? Are you sure?” Harriet would have been amused at the horror on Malcolm’s face if she hadn’t felt mildly insulted. “You asked me what I want for my birthday, and that’s my answer.” “But you’
YOU’RE serious, aren’t you?” Selina sounded incredulous as she looked across at Gillian in the driving seat. “So, Terry actually told the woman, just like that, that you’re not taking on any more work