The matchmaker

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

ABBIE Whitrow heard the clang of metal on tarmac. She wondered if something had fallen off the bottom of her car. She had got it from a private seller, after noticing a handwritten ad stuck to its win

Are you ready for this?” I asked Nigel, my golden retriever, as I waved from the bay window to the young woman at the kerb. She stood unloading her toddler from her car. My son planned to marry finall

IS this desk OK to use?” Eva asked. “Yes, that’s fine,” Joanna replied. “We’re meant to hot-desk, but people always end up in the same place. “I’m always over there by the radiator and Adam usually si

Up a bit on the left. No, down a bit, up a bit” “Goodness me, does it need to be that precise?” Olivia questioned. “Now that Ben is in charge, yes it does,” replied Dom. Olivia reached up to stick the

L AURA phoned her mother, trying to keep her voice light. “Hello, Mum, I’ve got a bit of news,” she said. “Hannah’s moving in with her boyfriend. “I need to either get a new flatmate, or try to find s