THE Number 42 bus wheezed to a stop at the corner of Church Street. Sylvia Bennett climbed aboard with two shopping bags over her arm, filled with tea bags, digestives, cauliflower and a copy of her f

I HOPE this is the last time I’ll sit at home watching the Winter Olympics on telly,” I said. Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean were kneeling on the ice. “In four years’ time, I want to be there, cov

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

HOW on earth had she managed to accumulate so many clothes? Carole stood in her spare room feeling overwhelmed. Piles of garments she’d taken from the fitted wardrobe now lay on the bed. She’d woken u

IT’S perfect,” I said. “Just think of all the time I’ll save on commuting. I’ll even be able to come home for lunch if I want to.” Mum didn’t look convinced. Of course, she was pleased that I’d found

HOW are you feeling today, Mum?” Anne asked as she kissed Elaine on the cheek and sat down in the chair opposite her. “I’m slowly getting there. But I’m still so cross with myself for taking that tumb