The farmer and his wife

USUALLY, when I’ve written my story for you, I let Anne read it, but I don’t think I will let on to my dear Anne that I have written this one. Anne has been scratching her head and saying, “Well, I kn

ELLEN was expecting someone else entirely when Hugh walked into the Black Horse. She dropped the cloth she’d been using to polish the bar and flashed her best welcoming smile. “Hi Ellen,” Hugh greeted

Mr Dear has a confession… about frozen veg

CAROLYN had made the mistake of telling her daughter, Emma, that she was going to make an effort to get out more. “It’s a poor thing when the characters from my crime dramas seem to be all I have in t

THERE could be no doubt about it – Julie was a handful. Brought up by her grandparents when her wayward mother took off, Julie seemed to have spent her young life on a mission to prove that she was no

LIB, I’ve been thinking,” Ava said. Libby looked up from the frying pan, where the onions were just browning nicely. “Oh? Another one of your ideas?” “Maybe.” Ava tapped her lip with her finger. Lifti