As it was I had plenty of time to ponder on the morning's happenings. I waited in the hospital car park for 6 hours. Not being allowed in with Bree, because of Covid restrictions. I caught up with emails, read all of my Twitter feed, took a picture of the new Nightingale Hub being built,…
I have decided, rightly or wrongly that now is the time to let my first born go.... So far it remains titleless. I am told that is not a word.....I know the book is good, because my friends told me so.....But seriously, it's now three years since I finished editing it and received comment from…
Barbara sat up slowly, she stared at the cup of tea on the bedside table. His bedside table on his side of the bed, in his bedroom. Exactly the same as last time. This time he was in the kitchen searching the freezer for something to cook for supper, last time he went to arrange…
Anna has been given her Great Aunts country house. She and husband Chas, have the intention of turning it into a Bed & Breakfast. Little do they realise how much hard work, heartache, and sadness lies ahead, nor had they planned on the devious underhandedness of cousin Marty to take Oakfell Hall for himself. CHAPTER…
Barbara looked in horror at the dress her mother proudly held up. The all too familiar Marks & Spencer label was clearly visible so it hadn't been cheap, & there would be no discussion about whether she liked it or not. ' Well go on then. Try it on' her mother was saying whilst shaking…
Writing My World 