Some people think it’s rude to read someone else’s diary. Well, I don’t. Just look at this. My name’s all over it like a bad case of acne. Full of tittle tattle it is. Says I’m a bad role model. Domineering. Lost touch with reality. That’s why I confiscated it. Told them the dog ate it. #WriteCBC

Nothing’s changed much since I was last here, except me of course. You always used to feel sorry for the mummies, wrapped in old bedsheets, brats banging on the glass. Call that an afterlife, you’d say. Now you’re sat on the mantelpiece at home and seem so much further away than this. #WriteCBC

I can tell she’s smiling before I fully open the door. That’s good. No one dead then. Maybe she’s from the Football Pools. Then again, haven’t done ‘em since Jack died. New neighbour? Who knows? She’s still smiling but not so nicely now. ‘Mum,’ she says. ‘Are you going to let me in?’ #WriteCBC

Alex looked completely different in real life . His new set of clip on veneers as shiny and ill-fitting as his Temu suit. Millionaire footballer, don’t think so. More like a grifter with athlete’s foot. Liv was prepared. A quick hug. Wallet lifted. Maybe another time, see ya. #WriteCBC