Colour my world

LESLEY patted her tearful granddaughter’s hand sympathetically and tried desperately to think of something to cheer her up. What could she say to a fourteen-year-old who thought her life was over beca

JOYCE felt a knot in her stomach as she saw Bryony start to scroll through the apps on her mobile phone. She knew what her daughter would see, because she’d been monitoring the situation herself for a

Costumes and colours are integral to a show, says designer Leslie Kavanagh – none more so than in The Handmaid’s Tale , which concludes this week

BYE, Mum, Dad. See you later!” fifteen-year-old Ailsa called, heading for the door. Her mum stopped her. “Oh no, you don’t. Breakfast first.” “There’s food laid on. Trish told me,” Ailsa said. “You’re

If Sophie wanted to leave, she needed to get rid of her husband first

STARING out of her window at the small garden, Gemma sighed. It was nothing like the large rambling garden she’d had at her old house and there were times when she really missed it. If she were honest