Autor: Bogusława Czajka
Give me a bloke for the weekend, not for life Ive already got the picture nailed, declares Helen Morris
I look back now, long after the dust has settled, on a chapter of my life that still makes me wince.
June26,2026 Diary Im fortysix now, and its been eighteen years since I married. My wife, Olivia Hart
58years old, and today the cashregister reminded me how dear my happiness had cost. It wasnt the face
Tommy! Why are you out on the concrete? Without a coat! The grocery bags tumbled down the steps.
Grace squeezed herself into the pantry doorway a splitsecond before the lock clicked. She pressed her
No, Gerry, whats she going to do? My wifes as solid as a doorstop, she couldnt care less. Dont worry
24October2026 Evening, my flat in Hounslow Im 54 now, divorced, with an adult daughter whos long since
Id been driving for three hours, the road a lonely ribbon of mud. In November the English countryside
Why should I become a caretaker for an old man? What will you give me a flat? A car? she snapped, her









