The farmer and his wife

DARLING, are you awake?” I asked. It was just after two in the morning. “Yes dear – are you?” I know I sometimes talk in my sleep, but this was the first time I’ve ever asked a question! “There’s some

YOU’LL have guessed by now how much I enjoy messing about in the kitchen. Ever since I was a small boy, I’ve been interested in cooking. Well, Anne’s weekly magazine arrived as usual, but that week it

IT all started the previous Sunday when we went to the morning service at Kingsbarns church. Anne stopped to chat to a couple who sat near the back. “Oh, John, I’ve asked Ann and Heck for lunch on Wed

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.

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Why has John rung me after all this time?’ Liz asked herself. It was five months since he’d moved out. She chopped carrots and sliced runner beans from her vegetable patch, adding them to the minced m