Emily Taylor

Helen sat by the window watching the city pulse outside. Red buses screeched to identical halts at every

Margaret smoothed the delicate shortcrust pastry into the baking tin. Her son William, with his wife

**Thursday, 12th October** Discovered Dad had a mistress entirely by chance. I’d skipped school to accompany

“Anthony, step in!” the foreman barked through the intercom. Anthony knew another roasting was coming.

Right to Blunder That Father had a mistress, I discovered by chance that day – having skipped school

**Diary Entry** From the moment she stepped into our house, my brother Alfie and I despised her.

For six years, a young baker leaves food for a quiet homeless man—never even knowing his name!

“No more of this,” Winifred Lawrence hissed, knuckles rapping sharply against the cold radiator pipe.

For six long years, a young baker had left meals outside for a quiet homeless man—without ever knowing his name!

Monday, 15th July He slammed the phone down so hard the old receiver rattled. “Don’t you dare call me!