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The guests arrived unexpectedly, and Margaret frowned. She was thrilled to see her son, but that dragonfly

One early Sunday morning, Christopher was woken by a sharp knock at the door. Groggy, he grabbed his

**Diary Entry – 12th October** I held the wedding invitation in my hands, struggling to believe what

**Diary Entry** Gwen rolled out the delicate shortcrust pastry in the baking tin. Her son, Edward, and

We took an instant dislike to her the moment she stepped through our front door. Curly-haired, tall, skinny.

We took an instant dislike to her the moment she stepped through our front door. She was tall and thin

“Mum, please stop lecturing me. Mark and I were planning to have a baby in about three years…

**From the Diary of Edward Whitmore** The window pane was cool against my forehead as I watched the neighbour’s

“What on earth are you on about, Mum?!” Emily snapped, gripping the back of the chair. “What do you mean

Penny smoothed the delicate shortcrust pastry into the baking tin. Her son James and his wife Emily were