In his own time

A rush of warmth welcomes me as I open the café door. I take a moment to catch my breath, unbutton my coat and look around for Helen. She’s sitting at our favourite table in the corner, and I give her

DOREEN was cleaning her bedroom window when she looked down and saw her daughter come in by the back gate. The young woman took a deep breath before she started walking down the path. Oh, no! Not anot

IT’S perfect,” I said. “Just think of all the time I’ll save on commuting. I’ll even be able to come home for lunch if I want to.” Mum didn’t look convinced. Of course, she was pleased that I’d found

NOTHING said “home” like the kitchen of Nant-y-Bri Farm at breakfast time. Delicious frying pan smells hung heavy in the air and the scrape of cutlery on willow pattern plates indicated the family had

HOW are you feeling today, Mum?” Anne asked as she kissed Elaine on the cheek and sat down in the chair opposite her. “I’m slowly getting there. But I’m still so cross with myself for taking that tumb

I HOPE this is the last time I’ll sit at home watching the Winter Olympics on telly,” I said. Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean were kneeling on the ice. “In four years’ time, I want to be there, cov