Monthly Archives: December 2013

If my life was bad before it’s a thousand times worse now. After father’s funeral the poison dwarf spoke to me and said that she thought we’d got off on the wrong foot and it was time for a new … Continue reading →

Father is dead. It happened this morning. We were arguing about the poison dwarf when his face went white and he clutched at his chest. I called for an ambulance, but he was dead before they got here. The doctor … Continue reading →

Today was my birthday and they threw a surprise party. The poison dwarf baked a cake and wrote “To My Darling Daughter” on it in pink icing. They all sang Happy Birthday. I was so angry. I told them they … Continue reading →

I like my new room on the top floor. It’s not as nice as my old room, but at least I’m away from the rest of them and won’t have to put up with all the noise father and that … Continue reading →

The worst day of my life. This afternoon father married the wretched Flagg woman at St Margaret’s. I didn’t want to go, but they made me, and I had to sit there all through the ceremony with my odious new … Continue reading →

Today, I met the Widow Flagg, who is to be my father’s new wife (not if I can help it), a short fat woman who reeks of carbolic soap and cheap perfume, and laughs like a donkey braying. I came … Continue reading →

EXTRACTS FROM A TEENAGE DIARY By Peter Tennant  It is as well to remember that fairy tales, like history, are told by the winners, and so offer not an objective account of what took place, but one designed to show … Continue reading →

ITEM: What Christmas means to me? It’s that time of the year when I have far more to do than usual and a lot less time to do it in. So, apologies to all the people who are waiting to … Continue reading →