I’m a midlife daddy’s girl

For years I didn’t know why he was slipping away. Now I do, I’m fighting back

When I needed him most, Dad was there to guide me.

I WAS only five when Elaine first came into my life. She was tall and dark skinned, with a perfume that smelled of roses and big necklaces in bright colours that bounced as she laughed. Whenever my da

AND now, let’s drink a toast to Mum and Dad,” said Evelyn and Duncan’s eldest son, Arlo. He grinned and then added, “Better known to some of you as Gran and Gramps.” “Happy anniversary!” everyone chor

PAM glanced up at the clock on the far wall of the classroom. Just half an hour to go until the summer holidays began. Six blissful pupil-free weeks, to be spent mostly gardening and binge watching pe

IF I’m being completely honest, I did rather take Mum and Dad for granted. They’d been a huge support when my marriage to Scott had broken up, Mum popping round and sticking on laundry when I was at w