Old letters When the postman stopped climbing the stairs and began leaving the newspapers and envelopes in the hallway, MrsAnne Bennett first complained. Then she made...
I called my mother and my sister to our house for NewYears, my husband announced on the evening of the thirtyfirst of December. Will you have...
You cant keep living like that, Em. Youre thirty, yet you act like youre already eighty, her mother said, settling beside her on the worn sofa....
24May2025 Diary Im writing this after a week that feels like a lifetime. Yesterday Emily turned the kitchen table into a battlefield over a seaside break....
24May2025 Diary Im writing this after a week that feels like a lifetime. Yesterday Emily turned the kitchen table into a battlefield over a seaside break....
Dont go asking for someone elses pie, I muttered as the tension in the kitchen grew. Emmas face was flushed with fury; she hadnt even tried...
Back then, in a little Yorkshire hamlet, I heard the echo of a quarrel that still haunts my memory. Stay away from me! I never promised...
Emily Clarke was standing by the kitchen door while Andrews old school friend, Jane Hart, hovered with an overeager offer to help with the housework. Emily,...
I stop ironing Marks shirts the moment he calls my stayathome life just sitting around. Did you get tired of watching telly, Emily? Of chatting on...
23April2025 London Ive always prided myself on being punctual, the sort who never lets a train slip past the platform. This morning I told Emma I...