Magical Mastersons

  Narrated by Erytheia Masterson Winter had now arrived, and it also happened to be less than a week until my birthday (and Xanthe's, of course).  "Wow, I can't believe we're leaving school soon," I said.  "I know, it feels crazy! I still remember my first day at primary," Xanthe replied. "Back then it seemed like ages until we'd finish." "It did," I agreed. "Now it's here." I had been meaning to practise my violin, as I knew that being good at an instrument could help me earn a scholarship towards university. Any chance of a peaceful practice session, however, was marred by hearing a scream and the whoosh of flames... "What on Earth happened?" I yelled, hurrying downstairs. "It was me," Xanthe admitted. "I tried using Repairio to fix the stereo, but it went wrong..." "Never mind," Dad said. "It happens to all of us." Then, out of nowhere, a sprinkler appeared, exting...

  Narrated by Peter Masterson Ah, spring. The weather was getting warmer and it was nice to be able to go outside without having to wrap up warm in my thick winter coat. The garden was looking spectacular, even if Artemis's rocket-building project was obscuring the view somewhat. She'd assured me that she'd sell it when she finished, although I didn't want to rush her as I knew it was a complicated process. After gathering up my latest blooms, I decided to practise my flower-arranging skills. Some people might have thought flower-arranging to be rather a feminine skill, but I didn't much care for gender roles. If any of my children wanted to get married, I could give them a homemade bouquet rather than spend money on an expensive, shop-bought one.  The following day was the Finchwick Garden Fair, which was the perfect opportunity to sell some of my produce - the garden stand was open every day, but gave you 10% more money on fair days. I could also enter something i...

  Narrated by Caroline Masterson As I gazed over the city, I knew that I would never tire of the view; luckily I wasn't afraid of heights!  In particular, I was musing on the fact that I had never held a meeting of my little "Spellcasters Unite" club I'd set up ages ago. In fact, it had become a running joke on our little SimsApp group, the fact that we never had meetings. Of course, we had all families and jobs and other obligations, but our children were at the age where they could look after themselves now, so we were running out of excuses. In fact, that evening, I sat down in the living room to send a message to the group. Guys, this is getting a bit silly now. We need to hold a meeting! How about we go to the Magic Realm and have some fun? As I guessed, the first response was from Anastasia Paraskevas. Hahaha. Yeah. We say that and then it never happens! Ah come on, I replied. We can't just use SimsApp forever. Helen's a teenager now, right? She can be l...