Don’t flake out

I WOKE up after a vivid dream of Eleanor. I’d had quite a few recently. Eleanor was my half-sister. She was older than me – the daughter of Dad’s first wife, Dorrie. My mum only found out he had a fir

I wonder how many of you watched a TV programme that dealt with the awful winter of 1947? It was fascinating for me to watch because it brought back so many memories of the dreadful time for my parent

MY mum and dad don’t live together. They split up two years ago, when I was eight. I mostly live with Mum, in our cosy semi-detached house where I have my own bedroom. But I also have my own room in D

WOULD you look at the man!” Maggie said. She wasn’t much to look at herself, being as black as sin from the coal dust. She’d just finished a shift at the colliery screens, picking lumps of coal out of

RIGHT. I have come to a decision,” Mel said one weekend, as she cleared away the breakfast things. “In that case, I’m off. Bye, Mum, see you later!” “Wait, Seth. Stay exactly where you are! You have n

A MY stared at Aunt Sylvia in horror. “A zip slide!” Amy shook her head in disbelief. “But you’re nearly eighty years old!” Sylvia tutted as she reached over to stop Amy pouring tea into her already f