La vida

Hey love, imagine this: Emily, think a hundred times before you sign that consent form to give up your

“Oh, my lad’s finally home!” Maggie beamed as the front door slammed open.

7th November 2025 My 70th Birthday I have reached the milestone of seventy years, having raised three

Mom, imagine this: dads new wife is ill, and theyre saying its something serious.Let me tell you about

12November2025 Diary Ive watched the whole drama unfold in our tiny terraced flat on the outskirts of

Mabel was heavy. She was thirty and weighed about 120kg. Perhaps a hidden illness, a metabolic glitch

Mrs Whittaker, youre not a mistressyoure a servant. Ellie, dear, just a little more of this splendid

The flat was oppressively warm, so she drifted to the window. Outside, the heat seemed to be slumbering

Loneliness I recall, many moons ago, a lady named Ethel, newly wed, was turned away by her cavalier.

Hell be living with us A sharp knock rings the front door, announcing someones arrival. Lucy peels off