What i learned from the golden girls

Traditionally, grandmas aren’t supposed to look like Twiggy. With her blonde shoulder-length hair, youthful complexion and trim figure garbed in a trendy burgundy-hued leather biker-style jacket, hot-

TOM! What are you doing here?” I stopped gazing at the empty space in the centre of the table, to throw myself into my fiancé’s arms. “You’re not supposed to be here until tonight,” I told him. “I dec

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

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

TWO choc ices and an orange Kia-Ora, please.” He didn’t need to tell me what he wanted. As soon as the house lights went up, and he appeared in the aisle, I was already reaching into the illuminated t

Our dear mum, Barbara, who is now ninety years old, has been an avid reader of “The People’s Friend” magazine for many years. Her mother, Grace Mackay, also originally was a loyal reader for years. Mu