Good habits

THAT summer, for the first time, Gabriella had invested in a season membership of the Lido Club and it had been worth every cent. Not only had it given her access to one of the fenced-off sections of

CATHY grunted as she struggled to open a jar of marmalade. Standing tall and athletic, amidst boxes piled high on the scarred wooden table in her new farmhouse kitchen, she inhaled the scents of woods

IT was no fun being dead – particularly when you had a cramp in your leg. Gemma raised her head from the dusty floor, looking for Tarquin. “Do I really have to stay here until the end of the act?” she

HOW quickly Sylvia’s life had changed! At New Year, she’d wished that the next 12 months would mean better health for her grandmother, a new washing machine for her mother and, if at all possible, a p

I PEGGED Dad’s Seventies’ psychedelic floral shirt on the section of the clothesline designated for “undies”. It couldn’t be seen by the neighbours. I dreamt of the day my parents would give me their

Vicar’s daughter Lou Featherstone was a devoted wife, doting mother and upstanding member of the PTA. Then, in her 50s, separated and solo, she set out across the US in a leopard-print bus. Here’s why…