**Thursday, 15th June** I never thought I could fall in love at 62 the way you do at 20—palms trembling
I realised the mess I’d made and wanted to return to my former wife, with whom I’d spent thirty years—but
“I don’t want to get married—I don’t need extra problems at this stage of life. I’m 56.
I never loved my wife, and I told her so more than once. It wasn’t her fault—we got along fine enough.
**Diary Entry** In a quiet market town nestled in the heart of Yorkshire, where cobbled streets and red-brick
In a quiet town nestled in the rolling hills of Devon, where cobblestone streets and thatched cottages
In a quaint town nestled in the rolling hills of the Cotswolds, where cobblestone streets and ivy-clad
**Diary Entry – 14th March** In a quiet market town nestled in the rolling hills of the Cotswolds, where
In a quiet town nestled in the rolling hills of the West Country, where ivy-clad cottages hold the echoes
In a quiet town nestled in the rolling hills of the Cotswolds, where ivy-clad cottages guard the secrets