I thought this would be like James Herriot's books from the 1980's, and it is similar. However, Cathy Woodman turned to writing fiction after practicing veterinary medicine in London. Maz Harwood goes to a village in East Devon, England, to cover for her friend Emma who is going on vacation. S...
Okay, so two stars is probably a little harsh for a lot of readers. I loved the vet-side of the story, but could have done without the embarrassingly contrived and cliché romance. I was blushing as I read this in public because, quite frankly, at times I felt I was reading a Mills & Boon novel! W...
Well, I finished this book quickly. I've been mired down in Game of Thrones as audiobooks (to/from work), which I enjoy, but seriously, what a way to start and end your day. I get home and Husband is like, "How was your day?", and I'm like, "The night is long and full of terrors." And by long,...
I’m physically exhausted from working from eight in the morning to six or seven at night, including Good Friday and most of Saturday. It turns out that Mel has let his business slide, postponing visits until the horses’ shoes are almost falling off, and he’s expecting me to get it back on track. ...
His hair is dark blond with natural highlights, and his cheeks are clothed in stubble. He’s roughly the same age as me and married to one of mine and Emily’s friends, Tessa. Maz, who reminds me of how I look when I’ve been on my feet all night, invites us both through to the kennels to see the do...
‘I’ll send a cheque for the deposit,’ I say. ‘That’s great,’ the photographer says. ‘I’ll be in touch nearer the time to go through any special requests you might have. Bye, Maz.’ When she cuts the call, I want to cheer. Another job I can cross off the list. ‘Maz. Maz.’ Frances is in the staffroo...
I quite like going in on Sundays – I can catch up with some admin while it’s quiet and the only distractions are Ginge and Tripod, who have a penchant for walking across keyboards when you’re trying to type.I glance towards Alex, who’s sitting beside me on the picnic bench on the lawn outside the...
Libby is on the doorstep, wondering where Buster is. ‘I thought he’d made a break for freedom.’ She smiles as he jumps up and down barking at her, but when she approaches to stroke him, he stands stock-still, hackles up and tail down, and growls. ‘Buster! No!’ I tell him in no uncertain terms. ‘T...
Georgia has been catching her twice a day, before and after school, but she hasn’t ridden her again yet. I’ve said that I’ll walk with her sometime, like Guy did. Guy? My pulse thrills each time I think of him, which, I have to confess, is unsuitably often. Tomorrow night he’s taking me out for d...
CUP of tea for you.’ The early dawn light sears the back of my eyes – there are no blinds on the attic windows – and the figure of my niece gradually forms in front of me, a good fairy in tatty blue pyjamas, holding out a mug.‘What time is it?’ I ask.‘I don’t know. Mummy said you had to get up ea...