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

ABBIE Whitrow heard the clang of metal on tarmac. She wondered if something had fallen off the bottom of her car. She had got it from a private seller, after noticing a handwritten ad stuck to its win

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

JENNY stepped on to the grass and watched the runner pass along the towpath. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him. Regardless of the weather, he wore black shorts, a purple T-shirt and sky blue tra

IT’S only for two days,” Mark said, dropping a kiss on Sylvie’s cheek. His nearness warmed her, and she reached out for him as though a hug could stop him from leaving. Stop her from being alone all w

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