La vida

**Diary Entry 23rd May**“Mum, Uncle Alex doesnt like me.”“What are you saying, sweetheart?”

“What a fine sense of fairness you have, Evelyn! So, our kids roasted in the garden last summer

“You call this fairness, Margaret? Last summer, our kids sweltered in that overgrown garden while

**Childhood Sweethearts** *Diary Entry* Mum, can I wear the blue shirt to nursery tomorrow?

That day, a woman came to my door whom I hadnt seen in five years. Margaret Whitmore. In our little village

**Diary Entry 3rd November** That day, a woman I hadnt seen on my doorstep in years turned up.

“Honesty is a fine thing with you, Evelyn!” burst out Olivia. “So last summer, our

Oh, my dears, what a day that turned out to be Grey and drizzly, like the sky itself knew something bitter

Oh, my dears, what a day that was Grey and weepy, as though the sky itself knew the bitter sorrow unfolding

“Youve got a fine sense of fairness, Margaret! So our kids roasted in the garden last summer, we