“You’re no family of ours,” said the mother-in-law, moving the meat from her daughter-in-laws plate back into the pot. Helen froze by the stove, holding her...
**Diary Entry** I stood frozen by the stove, clutching the plate in my hands. A smear of gravy from the beef stew Mum had just made...
“Mum, can I wear my blue shirt to nursery tomorrow?” “Blue? Why that one?” “Because Katie Wilson said it suits my eyes!” “Well, if Katie said...
“How very fair of you, Margaret! So our kids roasted in the garden last summer, then we spent all year fixing up your cottage, and now...
Oh, my dears, what a day that turned out to be Grey and weeping, as if the very heavens knew the bitter sorrow unfolding in Willowbrook....
**Diary Entry November 15th** *”What do you mean hes poorly? How bad is it?”* gasped my mother-in-law. *”Just a bit under the weather. Slight temperature, nothing...
What do you mean, poorly? How bad is he? gasped the mother-in-law. Hes sleeping. Nothing serious, just a slight feverwinters coming, after all. This isnt just...
**Diary Entry 15th August** *”You cant even tell thyme from parsley without the supermarket labels! And I bet youve only seen berries in jam!”* Thats what...
“You cant even tell dill from parsley unless its labeled in the shop! And I bet youve only seen berries in jam!” grumbled the offended neighbour....
“Kieran, have you lost the plot?” Margaret huffed, hands on her hips. “You think Im inviting you to live with me for money? I just feel...