Harlan Covington

Dear Diary, After the New Years celebrations I found myself tangled in a familiar domestic standoff.

Maam, please dont be cross with me but could I have one of those delightful doughnuts? the shy old woman

Pay your own bills, muttered George, halfsmiling over the newspaper. Poppy stood in the bedroom mirror

In the dead of winter Margaret Thompson finally decided to put her old cottage on the market and move

Im fortyseven now, just an ordinary woman in the eyes of most people a plain mouse, hardly striking

Eleanor Whitaker, on what ground do you think Im obliged to support your son? Hes my husband, a manhe

Emily had nowhere to go. In fact, she had absolutely nowhere. I could spend a couple of nights on the

After my husbands funeral, my son drove me out to a lonely lane in the woods and said, Heres where you belong.

A cheeky young lass swiped my 63yearold husband right out of our marriage, and they had no clue what

The family verdict was handed down by the eldest daughter, Ethel. Shed never married her sharp tongue