Wedding blues

Y ou’ve done what?’ Mel threw her bag ...

ANOTHER August, another wedding. I’ve avoided everyone for so long that it’s even more awkward. It’s stupid to feel like a failure, because in Mum and Dad’s eyes I’m not. I know they’re very proud of

I adjusted my red spotty headband. Was it too young for me? Or did it suggest I was ‘young at heart’? My confidence was feeling bruised after what my son Dylan had said… ‘You know you’re too old to be

ELLA stood in the church porch, chatting nervously to the other bridesmaid. They were waiting for Julia, the mother of the bride. Ella had glanced inside the church when she first arrived to check whe

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A short while after we married, Tom and I made the decision to leave behind our hectic London lives and relocate to the tranquillity of rural living. We wanted a slower pace of life where the countrys