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It was time for Moira and Don to have a heart to heart . . .
BY BECCA ROBI
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
The summer holidays go too fast,” Sarah sighed. Dawn raised her sunglasses to her forehead and glared at her friend. “You’ve had six weeks off work. Most of us have to make do with a fortnight.” Sarah
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
This is ridiculous,” said Lissa, as she ducked beneath the bough of a particularly vigorous monstera, the one that Abbie had taken to calling Moz. “You do understand that this is supposed to be a fron
THERE were tubes and wires everywhere. Beside Colin’s bed in Intensive Care was a scary-looking machine with coloured lights and constantly changing numbers on the screen. “I’m sorry to be a nuisance,