Month: November 2025

12May2025 Today I found myself scribbling these thoughts, halfconfused and halfrelieved, as I sit in

Forty years of a life were crowned by betrayal. There will be no nominal term, the inspector said, disappointment

Ill tell you how things unfolded in the little town of Chester, where my old friend Susan Archer had

James didnt turn up for his own wedding, then sent a photo with some other woman. Seriously?

Get out of my flat right now! I wont let you hurt my child! I shout, my voice shaking. If you care so

I often think back to those months when my motherinlaw, Margaret Whitfield, lived with us in our modest

A brisk March morning found Simon Victor Ivan on the polished glass doors of the Bright Garden Nursing

28October2025 Diary Today I watched Mum, Margaret, fight an invisible battle over the teaset in the kitchen.