Hey love, so over the weekend I decided to pop over to Mums cottage in the Cotswolds. Last week had been a nightmare I was running...
Dear Diary, Today I watched my lad James off to his National Service, and my heart ached as I clung to him, resting my cheek on...
Monday, 11th November It was only a week after the neighbours from the little cottage down the lane came back on the last rowboat, and they...
12October The night was crisp, the kind of October chill that makes the hedges turn bronze. I was settled in my favourite armchair by the fire,...
Sorry I didnt live up to expectations! It all unfolded like something out of a sitcom or a cheesy drama. It was a summer evening, Tom...
I havent the faintest idea what to do, says Margaret Maggie Thompson, sixty, voice trembling with tears. My son, Mike, alwaysabsolutely alwaysdefends his wife. No matter...
Charlotte Whitfield stood before the bathroom mirror, biting the lower lip. Her fingers nervously tucked a stray lock of hair back into a sleek bun, as...
2a.m., StThomas Hospital, London the corridors are dead quiet, almost oppressive. The only sounds are the steady thump of the cardiac monitor and the faint buzz...
Yesterday morning I turned my phone up to the loudest setting, just in case. Deep down I knew he wouldnt write back. The feeling was like...
Im James Harper, and a week after wed left the weekend cottage, the neighbours finally drifted back on the last rowboat from Windermere. They came without...