Second thoughts

The mini digger we hired was bright yellow. It sounded like a bus and belched out black smoke. Phil, looking like he sat upon a child’s toy, aimed it down the garden after the hire company unloaded it

COULD it really be that time of year again already? If Christmases came round quickly, then wedding anniversaries came even faster, Jeanette thought. Ewan would have to be reminded, of course, if Jean

I’M so pleased you persuaded me to come on a late holiday, Michael. “It’s wonderful; just what I needed,” Debra said. They were strolling along the edge of the Venice Lagoon towards Piazza San Marco.

MARIE peered out of the front room window, wondering if people would be on time. And not only that – what if nobody showed? She let the net curtain drop, listening to the kettle whistling in the kitch

G av drove home, glancing up at the ...

IRIS walked slowly to the front door of her Victorian villa in Fairley, a sleepy Sussex village. It had begun, she fumed silently – the “invasion” of her home. Of course, she’d been expecting it. Her