Walton Merritt

Stranger in My Own Home When Andrew asked me one evening, as he packed his briefcase for the next day

Urgently Need a Husband Mum, you really, really must find a new husband. As soon as possible. Its urgent!

Socks Oh, you are just the sweetest! My little darling! Margaret cooed at her grandson, beaming proudly

I am not here Have you bought that nonsense again? George put the shopping bag down on the table with

A Blue Stocking 3rd April Hannah, could you cover for me tomorrow, please? Its my mother-in-laws birthday

I had travelled twelve hours by National Express coach, rattling across the winding motorways from Manchester

The “Cursed” Old House Were here! Time to unload! called out the driver, pulling his lorry

No Means No Monday morning at the London office of a respectable corporate behemoth arrived with its

Everybody kept deceiving my brother, yet I was the one left feeling betrayed The phone rang in the middle

“An Angel with a Secret” Martin sat at his mums kitchen table, both hands wrapped around