Judy Blume’s Superfudge was in our tiny school library, and I wolfed it down at the age of eight. From then, I was side-by-side with all of Judy’s kids, right the way up to 17-year-old Katherine in Fo

Polly took her place by the window, glad that Corunna Coaches allowed the booking of specific seats on their trips. An important consideration when you weren’t the world’s best traveller and didn’t wa

A LICE scanned the row of packages, so glossy, so tempting. There was Salted Caramel Mousse, Double Chocolate Cream Soufflé and Gazillionaire Cheesecake, the last item on her shopping list. It was exa

It was one of those cool misty mornings when Lucy had no firm idea how she wanted to spend her day. Nothing had leapt to the top of her to-do list when today’s planned coffee morning with her daughter

IT’S perfect,” I said. “Just think of all the time I’ll save on commuting. I’ll even be able to come home for lunch if I want to.” Mum didn’t look convinced. Of course, she was pleased that I’d found

MORNINGS at the Coffee Pod officially began the moment Primrose flipped the laminated sign from Sorry We’re Closed to the inviting We’re Open! Come On In! Unofficially, of course, they began a good sp