Emily Taylor

**Diary Entry – June 12th** “Bloody hell, Lizzie, what kept you?” I said when she finally

**Mum for Little Annie** “Paulie, come and eat,” said Nanny Tilly softly. “

**Diary Entry** Years had passed, yet my love for her only grew stronger, much to the envy of those around us.

“Oi, Sarah, what’s takin’ ya so long?” Jay grumbled when she finally came dashing out the house.

**Mum for Annie** “Paul, come and eat,” said Nanny Tanya softly. “No,”

A droplet of water fell from the tap, landing perfectly in the centre of the dried-up scrambled eggs—tick

**June 12th** A drop of water fell from the tap, right onto the dried-up scrambled eggs in the pan—tick

Once upon a time, there was a farmer in the English countryside. A simple man, not wealthy—just an old

Margaret woke to the sound of crashing. Again. Something was being thrown, hitting the floor, shattering.

**Diary Entry: A Farmer’s Tale** I knew a farmer once—just an ordinary bloke, not wealthy by any means.