Déjà vu

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

ELLA stood in the church porch, chatting nervously to the other bridesmaid. They were waiting for Julia, the mother of the bride. Ella had glanced inside the church when she first arrived to check whe

Y ou’ve done what?’ Mel threw her bag ...

RUNNER-UP

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

I adjusted my red spotty headband. Was it too young for me? Or did it suggest I was ‘young at heart’? My confidence was feeling bruised after what my son Dylan had said… ‘You know you’re too old to be