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

The secrets of a dishwasher repairman

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

Mr Dear has a confession… about frozen veg

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

Someone’s knickers were in a twist over Gillian’s addition to her garden