La vida
Monday, 16th October As I sat in the corridor of St Marys Hospital, the air thick with the scent of bleach
Madam, I am somebody! I havent got time to wait around like you do! What happened next left him humbled
Id always heard tales of mothers-in-law being the villainsinterfering, overbearing, making life miserable
Oh mum, are you frying fish again? Emily said, poking her head into the kitchen.Yes, dear, but Ive opened
Madam, please dont touch the dress with your dirty hands! the shop assistant snapped at the elderly lady.
I never quite understood where all the food my wife so carefully prepared kept disappearing to.
At eight oclock on a weary Wednesday evening, Natalie unlocked the front door of her two-bedroom flat
Madam, please dont touch the dress with those dirty hands! snapped the shop assistant at the old woman.
One peculiar night, I drifted home through a fog of half-remembered streets, only to be struck by the
Thursday, 4th May This morning, as I queued for my usual groceries on High Street, my thoughts turned







