Author: Janet Jordan

“What do you think they’ll tell us?”             I knew Tom would ask this.   The middle of a Friday evening

Tired of Waiting Ray, you’re probably wondering where I am by now, unless you’re knee deep in a reed bed

Dear Charlie, Our talk last week was full of tears and drama and the slamming of doors.   Now we’ve had

Darling, I know we’ll never get over this, and I know that I have betrayed you in the worst way.

My Darling David, There can never be an excuse for anyone to betray their loved one.  We took vows to

AWKWARD LETTER Dear Joe, I fully understand and appreciate the anger you felt when I told you that I am

My dearest: I didn’t want it to happen but there are some things in this life that just do and

Dearest Celeste, Oh my goodness! Where to start? “ Yes, we have no bananas!” I know that’s very silly and

Ouch! As her fingers caught the sharp edges of the cheese grater, she looked round for something to mop up

There were no flies on my mother when it came to marrying off her daughters; Mrs Bennet could have taken

Jack DeAth was someone you really don’t want to know.  He revelled in the discomfort of others and was a

AFTERMATH Hannah was impatient to see how her village had survived such biblical destruction.   Armageddon the television newscaster had described

Dear All Dear All, as  promised a warts and all Christmas catch up. I was going to say round robin

Sergeant Wilson knocked nervously on the door of 39, Wisteria Villas, Sydenham.  Miss Willmott’s House of Correction had received a