La vida

One rainy Thursday afternoon, I was adjusting a slightly crooked print near the entrance of my gallery

After descending the slope toward the waters edge, Michael assessed the cats chances of survival.

My husband always believed I was clueless about his other family, so when I turned up at his daughters

**Diary Entry – London, 12th November** I let a homeless woman into my gallery todaysomeone everyone

Emma returns from her sick leave, only to find that her spot in the office has been taken by her husbands sister.

I cant just throw her away, Emma snapped, her voice sharp. Your mother doesnt need a nagging aunt like this!

This is no casual fling, Eleanor. Ive lived a double life for seventeen years, Dominic said, twisting

Its not good for you to have sweets, my sisterinlaw said, scooping the birthday cake off the kitchen table.

Mum, why do you always go on like that? I could hear Imogens voice cracking on the phone. Its the same