Harlan Covington

Dear Diary, No matter how often I begged my motherinlaw to stop dropping by at night, she simply wouldnt listen.

For a whole year I handed out pounds to the youngsters to clear a mortgageno more pence would ever leave my hand!

I spent two years living in Spain, and when I finally returned to my little cottage in the Yorkshire

For my mum, looking after her grandchild feels like an impossible task. All my friends have mothers who

I keep to myself, I never invite anyone over, I never share my harvest or my toolsfolk in the village

Out of my house! I shouted at my motherinlaw, as she began her familiar tirade again. The only thing

I am now looking back on those days when I was thirtyseven, long after the dust had settled.

Emily, was that you? I asked, astonished as the former schoolmate pushed open my front door.

Emily was beaming. She woke up with a blissful grin plastered on her face, feeling James breathing warm

When I was at work, my husband James went to collect the children, and when I walked up to his flat