He found it around the corner of a terraced house. Just darting between piles of rubbish, searching for scraps.
She mewed softly, hopefullyas if pleading for helpbut passersby either didnt hear or pretended not to.
Dont forgetyouve lived in *my* flat your whole life. There you go again. Is this how its going to be now?
“What a fine sense of fairness you have, Evelyn! So, our kids roasted in the garden last summer
“You call this fairness, Margaret? Last summer, our kids sweltered in that overgrown garden while
**Childhood Sweethearts** *Diary Entry* Mum, can I wear the blue shirt to nursery tomorrow?
That day, a woman came to my door whom I hadnt seen in five years. Margaret Whitmore. In our little village
**Diary Entry 3rd November** That day, a woman I hadnt seen on my doorstep in years turned up.