The Happiness List: A wonderfully feel-good story to make you smile this summer!
‘A must-read of the summer!’ Jenny Oliver, bestselling author of The Summer House by the Sea'Happy, hopeful and joyously life-affirming. Exactly the book we need right now.' Cathy BramleyLife is about to change forever…Heather is finally back on Hope Street after running from the memories for so long. She hasn’t bumped into many neighbours yet but with her upcoming wedding to plan there’s plenty to keep her busy!Fran is still trying to get used to a life without her husband by her side. It’s hard enough raising two children on her own – she doesn’t have time to even think about dating…Pamela is fed up with being taken for granted by her grown-up children and grumbling husband. She’s ready to shake things up a little, but will her family even notice?So when the three women hear about a ‘happiness course’ starting on Hope Street, surely it’s the perfect opportunity to let their hair down, laugh with new friends and maybe even change their lives in ways they never expected…Don’t miss The Happiness List, a delightfully uplifting story from bestselling author Annie Lyons, coming soon!Praise for The Happiness List:'Annie Lyons captures the true complexities of our lives with warmth, emotion and heaps of laughter. The Happiness List is a must-read of the summer!’ Jenny Oliver'Happy, hopeful and joyously life-affirming. Exactly the book we need right now.' Cathy Bramley‘Go on then, I was thinking, win me over. Well it did – it’s Oprah Winfrey meets Victoria Wood and I loved it!’ Felicity Everett'This book will fill you with feel-good! A heart-warming read that will leave you with the biggest smile!'Mandy Baggot
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The Happiness List
ANNIE LYONS
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2018
Copyright © Annie Lyons 2018
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E-book Edition © July 2018 ISBN: 9780008221003
Version: 2018-05-10
For Rich, Lil and Alf,
who are always top of my happiness list.
Table of Contents
Heather
‘And you’re absolutely sure you’re okay?’
‘Gem, I’m fine. Honestly.’
‘Because I know that Mother’s Day can be tricky.’
‘When you’re an orphan?’ asked Heather in a squeaky little-girl-lost voice.
‘You know what I mean, Heth. Remember the year you went AWOL.’
‘That was three years ago. I was in a funny place.’
‘Croydon, wasn’t it?’ teased Gemma.
‘Exactly. You were selfishly on your honeymoon…’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘…and so you should be. I was single, living in a dodgy flat in Thornton Heath, working at that school with the violent kids and depressed teachers. To be honest, it would have been some kind of miracle if I hadn’t ended up falling-down drunk in the Wetherspoon’s on George Street.’
‘The police had to take you home.’
‘And they were utterly charming. I’m not the first sad and lonely person to dance on a bar in Croydon and I doubt I’ll be the last.’
‘So you’re not planning to jump on a tram and head over there today?’
‘Gemma, those were pre-Luke, pre-engagement, pre-job in bakery, pre-lovely house on Hope Street days. I’m happy now. H-A-P-P-Y. Plus I’m planning to make the perfect New York cheesecake to welcome my perfect fiancé home from his perfect business trip.’
‘Sounds perfect.’
‘You better believe it, baby.’
‘So you’re sure you don’t want me to come over?’
‘Gemma. This is your first Mother’s Day as an actual mother. I appreciate you worrying about me and I love you dearly but you deserve to enjoy it with Freddy Fruitcake. How is my nutty godson by the way?’
‘Absolutely bonkers,’ laughed Gemma. Heather smiled as she heard the adoration in her voice. ‘I meant to say, we’re thinking of booking the christening for mid-May – does that sound all right?’
‘Sounds great and now you need to bugger off and enjoy your family time. I’ll catch up with you in the week.’
‘Okay. What time’s luscious Luke back?’
‘Around eight. Now stop worrying and get lost, loser.’
‘Love you.’
‘Love you too.’
Heather knew that New York Cheesecake was a risky thing to make for Luke – the self-proclaimed world cheesecake authority and a native New Yorker to boot. She had decided to seek advice from Pamela Trott, who made cakes for Taylor-made – the café and bakery owned by Caroline and Oliver Taylor, where Heather worked. Pamela was an incredible baker, whilst also being one of the nosiest people Heather had ever met.
‘I remember your nan,’ Pamela had said, beaming at her when they first met six months earlier. ‘Used to live two streets over from Hope Street. Lovely lady. Terrible gout. So you’ve decided to come back to your roots? That’s wonderful. And you’re engaged to that nice American fellow?’
Heather was astonished by Pamela’s insight. From the look on her face she was about to explode with joy at the prospect of Heather getting married.
‘Awww, your mum would be so proud if she could see you now, God rest her soul. I was very sad to hear about your parents passing away. Your mum and I used to play out together sometimes when we were little,’ said Pamela fondly. ‘Let me know if you need someone to bake the wedding cake – I’d be only too happy to help!’
Heather had given a polite smile and made a mental note never to tell Pamela anything she didn’t want the entire Hope Street community to know. She was, however, very keen to get her advice on baking. She’d practically swooned when she tasted Pamela’s mango and passion fruit cheesecake.
