A warm welcome

IT’S all inclusive,” Brenda said, flopping on to my bed without taking off her new espadrilles. I had no idea what “all inclusive” meant, but I didn’t let on. Until 10 minutes ago, I hadn’t known what

Freya’s new boyfriend seemed nice. As she sat opposite him in the lounge, Jane smiled while counting off dates in her head. It had been six months since her daughter’s last appearance. Freya’s head wa

Michelle was disappointed when she discovered that there weren’t any biscuits in the welcome pack, but after telling herself that she shouldn’t eat so many sweet things anyway, she made herself a coff

JOSH dabbed expertly at the cut he’d just finished sewing up. He’d made a neat job of it and it should heal very nicely, leaving only a line. It wouldn’t be seen, anyway, once the cat’s fur grew back.

I LOOKED at my allocated “bed” underneath the back window of the caravan and wondered. Firstly, about my chances of getting a good night since I was already sleeping badly. And secondly, what madness

SOMETIMES it felt as if I was the only competent one in the family. Take our big American trip, for instance. Everyone – my husband and all the kids – had been bungling it from the start. I suppose th