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Their mama often told of the legend that, one day, she hope
I’m not sure what woke me up so early – excitement or the desperate need for a wee. These days, my alarm is my bladder. I pull on a loose, comfortable dress and shuffle down the corridor of our holida
YOU don’t even speak to him. I don’t understand why we have to go.” Mia was being difficult again. Eliza glanced at her daughter’s pouting face in the rear view mirror, and her slight crow’s feet deep
THAT summer, for the first time, Gabriella had invested in a season membership of the Lido Club and it had been worth every cent. Not only had it given her access to one of the fenced-off sections of
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
A short while after we married, Tom and I made the decision to leave behind our hectic London lives and relocate to the tranquillity of rural living. We wanted a slower pace of life where the countrys
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