Hey love, you wont believe the rollercoaster Poppys had lately, so grab a cuppa and listen. It all started when Toms mum handed over a suitcase...
Dear Diary, I told Tom that we were living in a rented flat, even though the truth is that the flat is actually mine. I grew...
I cant seem to find the words that will make my daughterinlaw understand that my son is suffering from chronic gastritis and must live on a...
15March2025 Dear Diary, Im writing this for the only person who will ever hear the full truth of what happened between me, Emily, and my mother,...
31August2025 Diary I was born in a tiny village in the West Midlands. Im now twentytwo, and both my father, John, and my mother, Margaret, have...
14April2025 Today I reflected on the way we tend to look after our ageing parents. My older brother, James, finally turned up from the States after...
The effect of presence The sunrise was still painting the sky over the terraced houses of East Ham when Anthony Blake was already perched at the...
Dear Diary, Grandsoninlaw, look!Elsie pressed her nose to the window. A pooch! she cried. Just beyond the gate a scruffy mongrel barreled pastblack, filthy, ribs jutting...
He had always felt that something was off, as if his life were travelling on a side track while the main train had long since left...
I remember old Ethel Whitby, who lived on the fringe of a tiny village called Littleford, way out in the English countryside. Her cottage was ancientshutters...