Playtime and puddles

LESLEY patted her tearful granddaughter’s hand sympathetically and tried desperately to think of something to cheer her up. What could she say to a fourteen-year-old who thought her life was over beca

I’D just let Joey, my young Labrador, off the lead when I saw Spike for the first time. It was early; the grass was drenched in dew and there were few people about. He was a powerful-looking man stand

OH, not again,” Mum said. “What’s up, Mum?” I watched her take a deep breath as she put her phone back down on the kitchen side. It was the beginning of the summer holiday after my first year at unive

Why did Meg’s new boss keep texting? He was driving her crazy

PAM glanced up at the clock on the far wall of the classroom. Just half an hour to go until the summer holidays began. Six blissful pupil-free weeks, to be spent mostly gardening and binge watching pe

SATURDAYS were no fun when Mum was on shift. She’d made it clear that while she was at the hospital, whoever was left in the house was expected to get on with all the jobs that had to be done. Today t