Dear Diary, Today a neighbour tried to convince us to swap flats. Why would you need a threebedroom flat? he asked, as if wed already agreed...
When love runs deep, the head unravels Molly, could we go back to the village? I cant settle into town life. Weve been here three years...
Time for oneself When the alarm on Natalies clock rang at half past six, she could have stayed in bed longer, but she set it not...
A municipal sweepers van pulled up to the tip. A big, grey rag flew onto the concrete slab. The caretaker, Mr. Thompson, muttered as he went...
At the Christmas dinner, with everyone watching, my daughter blurted out, Mum, your needs are always last. I want you to remember what humiliation feels like....
Emma wakes up a minute before her alarm. The room is still dim, but the grey February light filters through the curtains. Her back aches from...
Repairing Trust I remember walking toward the towns adultlearning centre as if I were still hunting for a shed to call my workshop. The same backalley...
I finally bought a little farm out in the Yorkshire Dales to enjoy my retirement, but my son wanted to turn it into a fullblown holiday...
Sorry, Mum. Its a proper event. Poppy doesnt want you there. She thinks youre too dramatic. I heard my own son say it as clear as...
My name is Patricia Riley, fiftyeight years old, and the thing Im about to recount still feels like a cruel trick the universe played on me....