**Diary Entry – 12th March** In a city of hurried buildings stretching to touch the grey English
In a quiet village in Yorkshire many years ago, a husband shouted at his wife, “A child at forty-one?
**Diary Entry 12th March** In a busy London street, where towering buildings jostled for space beneath
In the darkest, most secluded corner of the municipal animal shelter, where even the fluorescent lights
In the dimmest, most secluded corner of the municipal animal shelter, where even the flickering fluorescent
“Can I have your leftovers?”But when she looked into his eyes, everything changed It was
In the darkest, most secluded corner of the municipal animal shelter, where even the flickering fluorescent
Im not cooking for everyone anymore! Just for myself and Annie. Why on earth not? snapped Nicholas.
Margaret was tidying up the kitchen towelsfresh ones, with a dainty floral printwhen her phone buzzed.