I like rain

Rain drops like jewels

Posted on October 15, 2013October 30, 2013 by Gill McGrath 1

I like wet red leaves

I do not like wet Sundays. I do not like wet cameras.

Posted on October 13, 2013October 30, 2013 by Gill McGrath

Glad you sound Ok

Dear Emma,

Thank you for your letter. Just received it. Glad you sound OK. Isn’t it just the way? I had just posted a reply to your last miserable letter ( I went on a bit) and wish now I hadn’t ! Too late now. Glad you’ve come down to earth. Keep it up!! Anyway, just a quick note to say we are ok but amazed how much colder it is getting. Fireworks sounding off most nights and its not even Halloween yet, let alone Guy Fawks! There is likely to be a harsh cold spell in November, apparently. I don’t know if that means snow again and getting cut off like last year! At the moment everything in the garden is turning into bright autumn colours. Mostly red and yellow. A sight for sore eyes. A memory to hold, if the snow really does come when they say it will….or worse, if it doesn’t. I don’t mind a bit of white to even things. The kids are all settled in their new schools. Happy too!!

I may ring, Love Rosie xxx

Posted on October 12, 2013January 7, 2014 by Gill McGrath 3

The teddy likes jam

Posted on October 10, 2013October 30, 2013 by Gill McGrath

Jack’s done Ok!

Dear Emma,

Oh dear, here we go again. Nothing could compare with what you had to deal with at Chestnut Avenue. How you thought life would be sweet at last…… but the worst was yet to come. I know you blamed yourself for everything that happened to Jack because John told Jack and Lizzie told Jack. Vinnie repeated what John and Lizzie said…. to Jack. And Jack told me. Jack said that your strength ebbed away when your heart had broken in two, after what happened to him. Jack told me because he went on missing you; but even he never really understood (as far as I could tell) exactly why you blamed yourself. He just knew that what happened to him pulled you to pieces, and then you were gone! There wasn’t much to be read about it in the papers at the time and I am not sure you would have made sense of it anyway, no one did….so, you just fell to pieces. (You lost so much).

But it was never your fault. And Jack did fine. Jack’s done OK! I think I will write to Jack and then I will let you know. Meanwhile for heavens sake cheer up!

Much love as ever, Rosie