Oh, my dears, what a day that turned out to be Grey and drizzly, like the sky itself knew something bitter
Oh, my dears, what a day that was Grey and weepy, as though the sky itself knew the bitter sorrow unfolding
“Youve got a fine sense of fairness, Margaret! So our kids roasted in the garden last summer, we
“Dont forget, youve lived in my flat your whole life.” “Oh, here we go again.
Oh, my dear, what a day that was Grey and drizzly, like the sky itself knew the heartache brewing in
Well, you must not know much about children these days! Hello, Evelyn, I see youre busy in the garden
The midday sun hung lazily over the village green as Margaret adjusted her sunhat. “Honestly, Elaine
Oh, my dearest, what a day that was Grey and weeping, as if the very sky knew of the bitter sorrow unfolding
The sky drizzled softlylike a delicate veil of rainwhile people hurried past with umbrellas raised and
**Diary Entry** I suppose you dont really understand children these days! “Hello, Margaret, I see