La vida

“Ivan’s really slowing down,” remarked Emily to her husband as she stirred the potato salad.

“I think John’s finally showing his age,” Emily said to her husband as she finished mixing the potato salad.

The little flat won me over straight away. Small, tidy, with old-fashioned furniture everywhere—even

Hannah was on her way to the man she loved, or rather, she was flying on the wings of happiness.

The Door Ajar When Emily got back from the supermarket, the front door was slightly open. Not wide—just

There once lived a woman in a small English town. Her name was Margaret Wilkins. She thought she led

Hannah was on her way to the man she loved, carried by the wings of happiness. At last, their son had

**SIN WITH A HAZELNUT, A CORE IN A BUCKET** “He’s 46 years old! Has he lost his mind?

“And what do I need to rescue you from today?” asked Oliver, pouring boiling water into his second pot noodle.

In a quiet English town, there lived a woman named Margaret Whitmore. To her mind, she led a perfectly