Author: Cyrus Hargrave
James, are you absolutely sure we havent left the charcoal behind? Last time I had to trudge up to the
In the early years of my retirement I would wake before the alarm on my ancient mobile phone, even though
Im fortyfive now, and I no longer welcome anyone through the front door of my flat. Some folk forget
Dear Diary, I stood at the kitchen sink, my hands immersed in the chill of the tap water. Beyond the
I still remember how I turned my back on my mother and felt the weight of my own guilt. You cant refuse
Dear Diary, I can still hear my mothers voice, edged with a hiss, Do you even understand what youre doing?
Dear Diary, I trudged home after a marathon of meetings, clutching the grocery bags like a weary soldier.
Thirty years ago Emily remembered her mothers eyesfull of despair and something else. Margaret never
The price of a lifelong friendship But Poppy and I have always wanted you two to end up together I know
Diary 12October2025 Grandma got bored. What on earth have you boiled, Evelyn? This is inedible!









