A friend in need

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

DEIRDRE leaned back on her sunbed and sighed. The view couldn’t have been more beautiful: rocky arid terrain rising from the sea, boats pottering about in the bay . . . Nearby, a luxury yacht was anch

CATHY grunted as she struggled to open a jar of marmalade. Standing tall and athletic, amidst boxes piled high on the scarred wooden table in her new farmhouse kitchen, she inhaled the scents of woods

Each month a reader writes to a loved one in the afterlife and Mandy Masters tunes in to share their reply. This month Sophey Walsh writes to her nan Penny

Could broken-hearted Maddie really go on holiday alone?

MARCIA watched her grandson Matthew carefully as they toured the sumptuous interior of Moitlet Hall. To the other visitors, it no doubt seemed he was in awe of the opulent furnishings, wonderful artwo