Author: Harlan Covington
Old Eleanor, her cheeks lined with the pale, gnawed creases of age, dabbed away the tears that traced
21December Ive been scribbling a shopping list for the Christmas feast when Edward shouted, Im leaving!
I told you I dont want to spend the weekend at your parents house! Poppy stood in the kitchen, ladle
The house you built came at just the right moment! Were expecting our first little one and well move
23April2025 Diary My word is final. You, my dear Emily, may hold a grudge against your father for as
In a seaside spa tucked away in the rolling hills of the Cotswolds, I drifted into a night of dancing
Dear Diary, Tonight the house felt like a whirlwind. My son Tom and his wife Molly burst into our flat
Victor Marsh pulled into the lane later than usual, his battered Ford sighing as he finally creaked to
Ethan, are you pulling my leg? Ethan, are you pulling my leg? Off to your mother again? What do you suggest
Are we really going to celebrate New Year at your cottage? Claire asked, clutching the set of keys.









