Our charity shop goes upmarket

I’m waiting for my next client. He’s called Steve. He’s been coming to the unisex hair salon where I work on the last Friday in the month for years now. I’ve got two clients after him because we stay

When Mr D was a young romantic

When her pal from school days came to visit, Daisy had a thrilling idea

DOREEN was cleaning her bedroom window when she looked down and saw her daughter come in by the back gate. The young woman took a deep breath before she started walking down the path. Oh, no! Not anot

Pulling a hat down over my head, I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, then blinked back tears. Mirrors were my enemy and hats were my armour. It was January 2016, and having recently become a mum