Do you have a particular story from childhood that stands out? Maybe it was one that was read to you over and over again. Or perhaps it was one that you read alone but you have remembered ever since.

When I was about 7 years old, I read a fable about two girls (step sisters) who each treated those around them very differently. This story popped into my head the other day and I thought I would share it with you all because a) it’s one of my favourites, b) there’s a fabulous moral to it and c) Thursdays are unscheduled post days so it seems kind of fitting that I slot in a bonus one this week!