Dear diary

Today has possibly been the most traumatic day of my life. I am writing this with my sore back resting against the cold hard stone of my cell wall .Scribbling away at my diary with my small gnarled pencil wallowing in the ultimate despair . I beg you whoever you are reading this very document that you will free me I have been framed! Framed ! For a murder I never even committed .

It all happened on my

When I was found just after 10 o'clock leaving my house in what the police  called a “suspicious” manor. And here I am .             

dark and discrete street last Tuesday. . .