December 2025 – Page 7

Im nearly 60, yet after six years of marriage my husbandwhos thirty years younger than mestill calls

Diary EntryWhat a bizarre ceremonysons-in-law with keys, wives with their own plans!It started when I

Andrew stood at the zebra crossing, watching Fred stop on the other side. A heavy sigh escaped him.

I am not a carer Emma, I have some news and its not the best, said James, setting his spoon down on the

Simon, you know I dont enjoy these endless gatherings, and I barely know your friends, and honestly

The Yard Table When Peter Smith turned sixtyfive, he suddenly sensed that the back garden of his block

Emily Turner was shivering in the village square, the cold wind whipping the snow into her face.

Happiness loves quiet There lived in Littleford a woman called Margaret Whitaker. Everyone called her Mrs.

Eight years ago, the infant I was given at the maternity ward turned out not to be mine. My biological

Charlie, my brother, asked if he could crash with us for a few days, and hes ended up staying a month