A MY stared at Aunt Sylvia in horror. “A zip slide!” Amy shook her head in disbelief. “But you’re nearly eighty years old!” Sylvia tutted as she reached over to stop Amy pouring tea into her already f

What a shame the girls are poorly. I love you all visiting, especially on my birthday,” Betty said, gazing at her granddaughter, Pat. Seeing her great grandkids was always the highlight of her day and

SISSIE sighed with relief as a wintry Oban came into view. Her Morris Minor was behaving, but it always felt good to complete the long drive from Glasgow. The sea was sparkling and the air frosty as t

I WOKE up after a vivid dream of Eleanor. I’d had quite a few recently. Eleanor was my half-sister. She was older than me – the daughter of Dad’s first wife, Dorrie. My mum only found out he had a fir

I’m the same age as my mum and dad were when our family moved in next door to Mrs. Dolan. They seemed old to me back then, but I know now that they weren’t. They were a young couple at the beginning o

Julie stared out of the window at her garden, mostly bare branches with only a few spots of colour in the deep red of the dogwood and silver cineraria. She sighed – it was that unsettling period after