Emily Taylor

No One’s Fault, or The Way the Stars Aligned William held the restaurant door open for his wife

WHEN LOVE MEANT LETTING GO: FAREWELL, MY DEAR BOY. THANK YOU FOR IT ALL. I’ve sat here for hours, searching

WHEN LOVE MEANT LETTING GO: FAREWELL, MY DEAREST BUDDY. THANK YOU FOR IT ALL! I’ve sat here for hours

For years, I gave a homeless man breakfast—then a dozen strangers turned up at my wedding. I never imagined

“Blaming me, are you? Propped up the kid and vanished. Oh, you… overslept, you daft old…

**Diary Entry** I never imagined a small gesture of kindness would return to me in such a remarkable way.

I thought my life was settled at 64—then my dog came home with a horse and a hidden past. My name is

“You don’t mind if I wear your wedding dress, do you? It’s not like you’

I thought my life was settled at 64—until my dog came home with a horse and a hidden past. My name is

“Mum, maybe we should just let Gran go out and get lost? It’d be better for everyone,”