James Caldwell loved his balcony. Especially on Friday mornings, when the city below him was still grinding
“What are you on about, Mum?!” Emily’s voice cracked as she gripped the back of the chair. “
“How is this fair?” Graham waved the will in front of the solicitor’s face. “
**Diary Entry** I’ve always loved my balcony, especially on Friday mornings when the city below
Margaret never liked asking for help, not even when times were hard. She’d always been fiercely
Old Edith dabbed at the tears streaming down her pale, wrinkled cheeks, her hands fluttering like a babbling child’s.
Margaret Thompson stood on the doorstep of her own flat with two suitcases in her hands, unable to believe
Oh, you won’t believe what happened to Emily! So her mum was away for a whole month, and her husband
“I can’t believe this!” Edward waved the will right under the solicitor’s nose. “
So, your mum’s away for a whole month? Well, I’m off to see mine, then,” Emily said, already standing