Custard Creams and Comfort by AJ Millen

Agnes Bliss was content. She was back where she belonged.
Cataract-dimmed eyes flitted around the living room taking all her favourite, familiar knick-knacks. It was sheer heaven not having to share the place with a bunch of doolally old dears and creepy Kenneth, The Laurels’ only widower, who thought he was as irresistible as Idris Elba coated in caramel...