Walton Merritt

When Patience Turns into Strength Emily was perched at the edge of her bed, clutching that wretched shirt

Bananas for Granny And dont forget the bananas for Granny Betty! Only the small ones, like she likes!

Ruined Children Youve spoilt him rotten! Always indulging him, and now hes got you wrapped round his

Fostered Oi, anybody home? – Helen kicked off her sandals and sighed with pleasure. They were undeniably

A Little Prank “Emily! Em, let me copy your work!” Laura’s whisper echoed loudly across

I found a letter from my first love in the attic, written in 1991, one Id never seen beforeafter reading

Dear diary, It happened just like I always feared. Over tea, my mother looked at me with those blue eyes

Mistress of Her Own House Annie, youve forgotten to cover the butter again, Margaret sighed, scraping

The Last Waltz I was lingering in the doorway of the ward, reluctant to step inside. My shoulders crept

You shouldve seen it I walked into my own kitchen and there was Margaret standing smack in the middle