It’s a date

IT was early summer. The staff of Glaston’s Holiday Camp were working hard to get everything ready for the first paying guests of the season arriving tomorrow. Chalet maids Rose and Connie were boogyi

WOULD you like me to drop off your letter?” Gillian offered to her mother. “I can cycle down there in time to catch the last Friday collection.” Mum raised quizzical eyebrows and Gill bit her lip to a

MILK?” Mrs Evans loomed over Alice Campbell’s teacup with a milk jug. The humidity in the tea shop was beginning to wilt the fabric violets in Alice’s little hat. She could see a few of the tiny flowe

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.

DANA NOVAK took a good, long look at the man. She knew that none of her clothes back at the tiny apartment she shared were going to cut it – not when introducing herself to Fischer. And she certainly

STACEY was nervous but excited, too. After three years of missing out on a summer holiday because she had no-one to go away with, she’d decided to book a place on a singles trip. She hadn’t picked any