Cabin fever

SOMETIMES it felt as if I was the only competent one in the family. Take our big American trip, for instance. Everyone – my husband and all the kids – had been bungling it from the start. I suppose th

IT’S all inclusive,” Brenda said, flopping on to my bed without taking off her new espadrilles. I had no idea what “all inclusive” meant, but I didn’t let on. Until 10 minutes ago, I hadn’t known what

I LOOKED at my allocated “bed” underneath the back window of the caravan and wondered. Firstly, about my chances of getting a good night since I was already sleeping badly. And secondly, what madness

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.

Two pints of lager, please,” the young lad said. Vicki immediately recognised him as a boy from the school her twin daughters attended. “I’m going to have to ask you for some ID, I’m afraid,” Vicki re

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,