Someone else’s shoes

Sarah looked down at her shopping list again, frowning. Why on earth had she been so pig-headed? Her parents had offered to do Christmas. So had John’s. But no. She’d insisted: since this was their fi

You can’t put that there. It’s not safe!” Emma picked up the heavy sack of colourfully wrapped presents she had just placed on the table and stretched her aching back. The gruff voice was coming from

GINNY glanced nervously at the tree and the gifts beneath it. She hoped she’d done the right thing. “It’ll be fine, love,” John said, putting an arm round her shoulder. “They’re our grandkids. They’ll

HELLO, little one!” Penny Dauntless greeted a robin-redbreast, who cocked his head as she pushed along her trolley of post on the daily round. “How often is there such a perfect mid-December morning?”

It looked like a bleak Christmas for all – until Becky had a bright idea

Laura was out to impress – but was she missing the point?