La vida

Margaret was getting ready for a spa retreat. She’d retired, and her eldest son, Edward, had bought her

**“You’re My Father!” A Boy Knocked at My Door with a Rucksack Full of Secrets** A six-year-old boy stood

**”You’re My Father!” A Lad Turned Up at My Door with a Satchel Full of Secrets** A lad of

Lucy’s dead certain now that women who divorce their husbands young and live without one end up happier.

Happiness, When Family Stands Behind You When Edward returned from the army, he was even stronger than

**Diary Entry – 12th March** Bloody hell, what a morning. “Morning,” I muttered to Emily

The wedding hall hummed with quiet excitement, bathed in soft golden light streaming through the tall

At long last, Oliver and Emily had their own flat. They’d bought it, fulfilling a dream years in the making.

**Diary Entry – 18th March** Bloody hell, I nearly dropped my shopping at the steps again.

**Diary Entry** Second year at university, and I fell for a lovely blonde girl named Emily.