La vida

A June Story This whole thing started when a pair of kids’ wellies, which my friend Lottie had left drying

**Pulling a Fast One** *You’re telling me that bloody mutt matters more than the kids?* Ingrid snapped

“Never Too Late to Start” “Mum, have you completely lost your mind?”

The lights of passing cars flickered outside as pedestrians hurried about their business, leaving Edward

**The Encounter** “Miss! Miss, wait! Would you stop already?” Olivia turned and saw a bloke

“Wait! Miss! Miss, stop! Do stop!”—Olive turned and saw a young man in a flat cap chasing

**Personal Diary Entry** My husband has been living with his so-called “ill” mother for six months now

The Encounter “Miss! Miss, wait! Do stop!” — Helen turned and saw a young man in a flat cap

“Look at what you’ve become!” Oliver sneered, his voice dripping with disdain as he glared

**Diary Entry** *March 10th* “Look at the state of you!” He sneered. “More like a dumpling