Read more of Ella at The End Of The World After last night, it’s pretty obvious that we aren’t as safe here as we thought. Martin thinks we would better off if we kept moving, but Mary (it feels so weird that there is only one now…) thinks it would be best to try and…

Read more of Ella at The End Of The World I didn’t want to, but I had no choice.   Me and Little Mary were in the back garden, while Martin held things down in the front. It was an exciting night, because Little Mary and I had been saving our tobacco rations, and I…

Read more of Ella at The End Of The World Little Mary just woke me up, and she’d snuck some of my caramel digestives out of the cupboard (Martin made me share). She put them on a little tray with a pot of tea, and we just sat having a chat, and feeling like normal…

Read more of Ella at The End Of The World Absolutely shattered, and snuggled up in bed. Martin’s already asleep, and I won’t be far behind him. I do love him, you know. Especially in moments like this.