Nuts and bolts

I WAS amazed. Amy had just refused my offer of a trip on Saturday to the new retail park where they’ve got all the big name shops. And this was a fourteen-year-old, fashion-mad girl I’m talking about

NO, Shirley never writes or phones me these days,” Joy told Denise sadly over the phone. “Oh, she never writes or phones me either,” Denise replied with a chuckle. “But she e-mails me.” “You’re on the

RETIREMENT, for Maisie, had exceeded all expectations so far. In the year since she’d stopped working, she had established a new daily routine that involved lots of walking, reading and meeting friend

Harriet’s new life was miserable – until she came up with a plan

RIDICULOUS that after all this time it should be a shock. What had she expected? That he would appear one day on her doorstep with that oh-so-familiar crooked grin to reclaim her? To tell her that he’

AND this is where we do laundry, Mum. There are plenty of washers and dryers, so there shouldn’t be a problem.” Linda’s daughter, Jocelyn, waved a hand dismissively as they passed the large laundry ro