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- Cover
- Dedication
- ONE
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- FIVE
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- TEN
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- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
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- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
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- TWENTY-SIX
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- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
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- FIFTY-FIVE
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- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
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- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
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- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
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She’d never thought of herself as a dog-lover before moving into Ivy Cottage, but Tinder had come with the cottage and she found him rather cute. He was a Bichon Frise cross and looked like a little teddy bear with his button nose and light-brown fur. He was part of the tenancy agreement, a welcome one as it had turned out, or Jan would have been lonely. She’d taken a six-month let on the cottage at a very low rent in exchange for looking after the cottage and Tinder while the owner, Camile, worked abroad.
Jan had scarcely believed her good luck when the offer had arrived. It had come at exactly the right time and was just what she needed. She’d been made redundant from her job in retail management after a restructuring programme to save the company money. She’d started with them as a trainee on leaving college and had assumed it was a job for life, but she’d received one month’s notice with the other employees they were letting go. Then two days later her long-term boyfriend, Danny, whom she’d been living with for five years, had announced he wasn’t ready for commitment yet and asked her to move out.
‘It’s not your fault. I just need my own space,’ he’d said.
‘It took you long enough to figure that out!’ she’d snapped, fighting back tears.
Devastated, and with her life in ruins, Jan had packed and moved in temporarily with her parents, storing the boxes of her belongings in their garage. Thirty years old next year, with no job and having been heartlessly dumped, Jan was at an all-time low. But then, while searching jobs and accommodation on the Internet, she’d come across the advertisement for Ivy Cottage. It seemed like fate. As if it was meant to be. A ridiculously low rent and a complete change of scene. It would give her time to recharge her batteries and think about what she wanted to do next and with the rest of her life. She might even find the inspiration to start that book she’d been meaning to write.
‘Are you sure it’s what you want?’ her mother had asked anxiously when she’d told her of her plans. ‘The cottage sounds very isolated and you’ll be living there all alone.’
‘I’m sure, and I’ll have the dog to keep me company,’ Jan had replied with a reassuring smile.