Emily Taylor

Unexpectedly Married Emily was dashing through the shopping centre, arms full of bags, weaving past people

Sophie nearly choked on her tea. She had just been chatting with her grandmother, Margaret Elizabeth

“Go on ahead, I’ll catch up later.” “Where are you?” “At the cottage.

—Maybe next you’ll wash his underwear too? His socks, eh? He’s a grown man, for God’s sake!

Slamming his hand down on the alarm clock, Lenny Fisher dragged himself out of bed and padded barefoot

“You go ahead, I’ll catch up.” “Where are you?” “At the cottage.

“You’re a husband, not a piece of furniture.” “You bought the wrong bread again.

“Why on earth would you need this all to yourself?” “You’re calling me heartless?

Lenny Fisher smacked the alarm clock on its tinny head and stumbled barefoot into the kitchen—only to

**Diary Entry** “Oh, hello there, kingdom of chaos! Vicky, you’re home all the time. You could’ve