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With this year’s production looming, Harold feared
Sally was on a mission – and she had her eyes on the prize
NOTHING said “home” like the kitchen of Nant-y-Bri Farm at breakfast time. Delicious frying pan smells hung heavy in the air and the scrape of cutlery on willow pattern plates indicated the family had
HOW on earth had she managed to accumulate so many clothes? Carole stood in her spare room feeling overwhelmed. Piles of garments she’d taken from the fitted wardrobe now lay on the bed. She’d woken u
THE Number 42 bus wheezed to a stop at the corner of Church Street. Sylvia Bennett climbed aboard with two shopping bags over her arm, filled with tea bags, digestives, cauliflower and a copy of her f
‘A re you sure you want the car?’ Angie ...
L AURA phoned her mother, trying to keep her voice light. “Hello, Mum, I’ve got a bit of news,” she said. “Hannah’s moving in with her boyfriend. “I need to either get a new flatmate, or try to find s