Місяць: Липень 2025

“How could you, behind my back?” “Hello, Marian. How long has it been? Fifteen years? Or more?

**The Nuisance** “Good evening, folks. A neighbour downstairs complained about the noise and shouting

A Life Half-Spoken “Mum, where are my soft toys?”—Veronica scanned the room, which had transformed

“Turn off that blasted machine! I can’t sleep because of you!” came the shout through the door.

The Nuisance “Good evening, citizens.” The constable stood at the door. “

**Diary Entry – 22nd November** “You mattered to someone, at least.” “You don’t need

—Well, darling, have you thought about it? Yesterday I saw the most gorgeous Vauxhall—white, leather interior.

“Your cat stomps too loudly!” “Turn off that blasted machine! I can’

“At least someone found you worth keeping,” he muttered. “You don’t need my son—he’ll

Times may stay the same, but people certainly don’t. “Tracey, have you got even a shred of conscience left?