I promised my daughter Emma that I would mind little Jack for just a few days. a week at most and I never imagined how that...
Dear Diary, It seems fate has reached out its hand to me. I grew up in a fairly ordinary household in the little village of Ashbrook....
Ill give everything back, I swear it, Eleanor whispered, her voice trembling as if caught in a fog of tears. Eleanor, I cant help you at...
Diary, 12May The husband walked out with a younger woman. I didnt break down. I simply sat down, breathed out, and for the first time in...
He turned up after a year of silence. He asked if he could be my husband again. He stood in the doorway with the same battered...
Know your place, woman, the voice seemed to echo through the fogladen streets of a London that never quite solidified. David, Ive told you a hundred...
He left me for someone younger. A week later he called, asking if he could come back. He packed a suitcase and walked out without looking...
Emily had known in school that James liked her it was obvious, and he never tried to hide it. After lessons in Year10 he would wait...
Dear Diary, Just for a few days, Mum, please. I dont know what to do now. My daughters voice trembled with fatigue and desperation as she...
I fell in love after my sixtieth birthday, and my daughter says I should be embarrassed. Mother, have you lost your marbles? my daughter shouted, eyeing...
Granddad, yes! Sam, a lanky boy wrapped in a coat far too big for him, clutched his grandfathers hand, shuffling...
The Keller manor in Surrey sat poised in its immaculate, chilly silence most days, its marble corridors echoing only with...
The brides mother, Margaret Whitfield, slotted me into the worst table with a smug grin. Know your place, she said....
28October2025 Today I sat at the kitchen table, the old brass kettle humming, and tried to untangle the knot of...
The High Street was noisy today, just like any spring day here in London when the city finally wakes up...
Emily was racing to work, terribly latean absolute nightmare! If she didnt duck through the turnstile before the editorinchief, shed...
Rain taps against the windowsill of the rented onebed flat in Camden. Andrew watches the droplets trace whimsical patterns on...
Granddad, eek! Sam, lanky and wrapped in an oversized coat, tugged at his grandfathers arm, his little fingers still probing...
Dear Diary, This morning I was watering the geraniums on the windowsill when Elsie burst into the kitchen, her face...
Ill never forget the night I brought my wife, Eleanor, home from St.Marys Hospital in Devon. Shed given birth to...