The sun shone gloriously, down on Smithfield Close Estate. Another beautiful day I thought. Another busy day in Ealing. Rap on my kitchen window. Turning from the kettle, I waved.
I crouched low, lying as flat as I could, resembling a woodlouse under stone, buried among the undergrowth of thick brambles and bushes.The hide out was well sheltered, enabling me to tuck myself into
Dear person I gave my heart to, I would dearly like my heart back, because without it, I am not functioning very well. I don’t eat a lot, or sleep, and seem to cry endlessly.
Since the introduction of Britain’s twenty four hour licensing laws, the number of teenagers receiving medical treatment after drink binges has risen by nearly 15 per cent.