The Keller manor in Surrey sat poised in its immaculate, chilly silence most days, its marble corridors echoing only with the hum of polished floorpolish machines....
The brides mother, Margaret Whitfield, slotted me into the worst table with a smug grin. Know your place, she said. Within minutes the wait staff started...
28October2025 Today I sat at the kitchen table, the old brass kettle humming, and tried to untangle the knot of my life. Ive always felt I...
The High Street was noisy today, just like any spring day here in London when the city finally wakes up to that rare warm sunshine after...
Emily was racing to work, terribly latean absolute nightmare! If she didnt duck through the turnstile before the editorinchief, shed have to write an explanation of...
Rain taps against the windowsill of the rented onebed flat in Camden. Andrew watches the droplets trace whimsical patterns on the glass. In the kitchen, the...
Granddad, eek! Sam, lanky and wrapped in an oversized coat, tugged at his grandfathers arm, his little fingers still probing his own lips. Bill Thompson gave...
Dear Diary, This morning I was watering the geraniums on the windowsill when Elsie burst into the kitchen, her face flushed with worry. Shes thirtyfive now,...
Ill never forget the night I brought my wife, Eleanor, home from St.Marys Hospital in Devon. Shed given birth to three babies a boy and two...
The Hawthorne manor sits quiet almost every dayspotless, chilled, and costly. Jonathan Hawthorne, a millionaire always in a sharp suit with a jaw as rigid as...