Filling in

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

MUM says the wedding was just what everyone needed and it fair cheered her up. Dad’s moaning cos he’s got sore feet from all the dancing. The dancing was my favourite bit, especially when me and Betty

NOTHING to report, Grant, except the usual niggles with the coal delivery. “Here, have a cup before I go.” “Thanks, Jim. I’m fair parched.” Grant removed his bicycle clips and accepted the proffered t

FOUR out of five sums wrong, Irene. Go and take another look at them and keep your wits about you this time.” Miss Simpson spoke sharply, and Irene kept her head down as she scuttled back to her desk.

THIS is very kind of you, Mrs Laxford. I’ll look after it, I promise,” Esther assured her landlady, wheeling the sturdy black bicycle down the path. “Looking after yourself is the most important thing

BYE, Mum, Dad. See you later!” fifteen-year-old Ailsa called, heading for the door. Her mum stopped her. “Oh no, you don’t. Breakfast first.” “There’s food laid on. Trish told me,” Ailsa said. “You’re