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Jessie couldn’t wait to see her cat – but she wasn’t the only
Nothing much happened in the village DS Dottie Reed was posted to – until a body was found
Many years ago a friend taught me how to make teddy bears, and I still have a few that are precious to me. But the bear that I treasure the most is a very tiny bear hand stitched by my friend as a spe
JOSH dabbed expertly at the cut he’d just finished sewing up. He’d made a neat job of it and it should heal very nicely, leaving only a line. It wouldn’t be seen, anyway, once the cat’s fur grew back.
Iris climbed down from the donkey cart that had given her a lift from Penzance station, being careful not to ladder her best stockings, and walked up the narrow lane to Nantolven Farm. There was no si
S tella is quicker than usual eating her breakfast. Taking worried glances out of the window just in case the cornflower blue sky might fill with dark, angry clouds, the sun obscured behind a mass of
AN unholy screech cut through the night air. It was as if every cat in Southerly had taken up with the opera at once. The relentless yowling noise would’ve woken the dead. Cecilia was seriously unimpr