
waiting to fall

waiting to fall

The wind will blow
And off you’ll go!

Oh dear,today the monkey is sad.
The monkey was left behind on the cushions.
The children are gone!

wrapped around grated cheese, crushed crisps, a bit of butter. A warmish strawberry. Coffee. Let it rain……
Dear Emma
Trying to get hold of Jack. It is not his favourite time of year. So I don’t know when I will catch up with him. Have you seen him? I will get him to write to you. Promise.
He never mentioned anything about Chestnut Avenue by the way, except the hedges ! He said the houses all along the road were divided by low clipped box hedging; and that from time to time he would bound over them from one end of the road to the other (pretending he was riding a horse!). Clearly a happy memory. Silly Jack. Something to go on with then Emma……
Fondest love as ever from Rosie
