My voice is clotted with unshed tears.

Everyone's moving on without me, into a world I don't understand.

I adore all Agatha Christie's books and turn to them whenever I'm ill or need cheering up.

Relationships are all about trust and equality. If one person shares, then the other person should share, too.

... what would Poirot do? Poirot wouldn't flap around in a panic. He'd stay calm and use his little grey cells and recall some tiny, vital detail which would be the clue to everything.

I bet he never goes on YouTube. He's too busy. It's only tragic cases like you and me who are always online.

Becky! Love!" Mum has pushed her way through her dancing guests to reach me. "What's wrong? Has labor started?" Honestly. My family has no idea about contemporary urban street dance trends.