Dear Diary, Tonight I sank back into the deep leather armchair that has sat in my study for years.
April 12 What a bleak, drizzly day it was, as if the very sky over AshfordonAvon had decided to mourn with us.
At Patrick Whitakers funeral I spotted a frail old woman clutching a tiny infant. Strange, isnt it?
A Baby Left on the Doorstep of the Maternity Ward at Dawn, Discovered by Uncle George the Caretaker.
At dawn a newborn is left on the doorstep of the Ashford Maternity Hospital, and the first person to
Alle sind eingeladen, nur du nicht, schrieb die ältere Schwester im FamilienChat, während die Worte wie
OLD PHOTOGRAPH Oh, granddad! Are those mushrooms? the spry little lad whirled around Arthur Whitaker.
She didnt argue. She simply walked away An autumn morning draped itself in damp grey. Eleanor Whitaker
15 de octubre, Madrid La estruenda del motor de un brillante Lamborghini rugió rompiendo la calma de
The hallway in the old council block on Oldham Road was as narrow and long as a rabbits burrow.
Paul hob das Telefon sofort auf, als wäre er die ganze Zeit auf ihren Anruf gewartet. Liselotte?