Harlan Covington

Dear Diary, Ive always felt a quiet shame about my mum. At school the other lads would snicker, calling

I still recall those days as if they were a faded tapestry hanging in the attic of my memory.

Ive been living abroad for two years, and when I finally return to the UK I discover that my son has

Poppys husband gave her a regal birthday present, and in the middle of the celebration her phone rang

4May2025 Im writing this while the kettle is whistling, trying to make sense of the chaos that erupted

My wife, Emily, lay beside me, the nights hush wrapping the little cottage wed made our own in the Cotswolds.

Dont touch me! Get your hands off! Ah! Someone, help me! a terrified girl shrieked, her voice echoing

A thankless son is worse than a stranger Mary Seymour Reid, eightyfour, perched on a bus shelter by the

I got home for dinner the meal Emily was whipping up that night and I knew Id have to have a chat.

28October2025 Tonight I am still trying to make sense of the odd turn my life has taken. Im writing this